A fresh start…

walking in snowy forestThe day is gray, but the sky is white… I sit and watch the silky wisps of snow fall this early Monday afternoon…I experience it as a blessing, the sense of renewal the white will bring as it caresses the earth, creating a sense of a new beginning.

It is silent, comfortable, for a this moment, for a welcome change, I need not go anywhere…I can watch, type, get my work done right here, in front of my window, and let the February snow fall…

“It is never too late for a fresh start.” I read this in a little book I picked up yesterday, a book that was meant to find my hand at that moment, a blessed synchronicity on my own writing and spiritual journey that I started this year on January first. It says to be thankful for New Years, Birthdays, and Mondays, for each is the start of something new, each is potential to experience a clean slate in your life, to start a new path and to give you opportunity to search…or to be found.

Pause…
stop everything…for just a moment…and consider the invitation.

Do you feel a need for a new beginning?
Know that in any small aspect of your life, a fresh, new beginning is always possible…

Peace…

The more you read…

 Girl_Reading - Oliver Ray

“The more you read, the more mentally fit you feel,” says Twyla Tharp, award-winning choreographer and author of The Creative Habit, a book I read some years ago and pains-takingly took  notes from.  She goes on to say: “If I stopped reading, I’d stop thinking.  It’s that simple.”  I can relate to this.  If I don’t have a book going, a feel some sense of incompletion to my day, a loss for words sometimes.  I guess my thoughts do get affected.  So now I have a book going, as well as my treasured anthology, for the poetry mostly and I’m feeling utterly inspired.  Now, if I could just sit down for a couple hours a day and write, write, write, we’d be in business.

Twyla goes on with her ecclectic reading advice.  She says to read for growth.  I do feel that each thing we read, good or bad, horrific or sad, changes us in some way…forever.  I have not been the same since I, years ago, read  a scene of Stephen King’s in which a boy steals a puppy from a kid he wants to harrass and locks it in an abandoned refrigerator at a local dump.  The puppy’s tail wagging weakly every time the scum-bag character returns makes my heart lurch…I wish I hadn’t read that scene…and sometimes wonder why I love that damn writer, but I do.  And it changed me.  And I learned how a horrible character develops that’s for sure. 

Mark Twain once said: “The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.”

Twyla says:  “Who you will be five years from now depends on two things:  the people you meet and the books you read.”

It is so true.

Painting:  Girl Reading  by Oliver Ray

Source: my 4 subject notebook that is filled with writing notes and inspiration that I’ve kept for many, many years.