Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Blank Page as Sacred Space

The first thing I do upon waking these days is launch Birdhouse on the iPhone and write tweets. I face the blank page with complete trust in the Creative Source. Being still, waiting for ideas to emerge and transcribing them is a cycle of contemplative prayer.

Where do ideas come from? In one sense, they can be viewed as emergent manifestations of the brain. But beyond the dance of neurons there is a greater mystery. I call her my Muse.

If the idea is appealing to you, please give it a try and let me know how it goes.


Zha Ewry said...

The page of writing every day meme shows up in places like The Artists Way. First thing, or last, at some regular time, I find reserving time to listen to my inner muse deeply rewarding.

michelehyacinth said...

Sometimes it's words, sometimes it's drawings. From me, it comes about sometimes with stillness; other times with physical movement. Still other times in conversation (talking to the blank page...kinda like your post of a while back describing how Tom Waits would talk to his muse while he drove). The process itself is fascinating, isn't it? And has quite a life of its own...quite dismissive of any attempts to control it.

Botgirl Questi said...

Zha: I came inches from doing an Artists Way class with Sophrosyne a while back, but ended up not being able to fit it into my schedule. With all of the demands for time and attention, I've found that I can always take fifteen minutes before rolling out of bed.

Michele: It is a fascinating process for sure! Making daily space for that kind of writing has taken off what had been an almost continuous nagging itch to be creating stuff.