“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” ~Vladimir Nabakov
I’m finding this to be more and more true. The words are THERE, already known by the One who creates words in the first place, and I have the privilege of being a potential conduit. This sends prickly shivers down my spine – of excitement, yes, but also awesome and profound responsibility.
Read the quote again.
When staring at the blank page, I sometimes sense pending energy knocking at the door. The creative process invites me to come in, come in. Old things are becoming new. A fetal star (of an internal galaxy?) is about to be born.
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