I was actually E-X-C-I-T-E-D.
Is something wrong with me? Like in a I-get-pumped-when-I-see-school-supplies kind of way?
Today, I thought I would travel back to the original inspiration for this blog, the memoir Eat, Pray, Love. I was looking back at old posts and realized that we have not discussed the book — which leans so much on a quite basic, wide-spread spiritual belief — for quite some time.
I came across this excerpt from Elizabeth Gilbert’s Web site and found it fabulously true, not only about creative work, but life in general:
“In the end, I love this work. I have always loved this work. My suggestion is that you start with the love and then work very hard and try to let go of the results. Cast out your will, and then cut the line. Please try, also, not to go totally freaking insane in the process . . . We need more creation, not more destruction . . . Become a knight, a force of diligence and faith. I don’t know how else to do it except that way. As the great poet Jack Gilbert said once to young writer, when she asked him for advice about her own poems: ‘Do you have the courage to bring forth this work? The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say YES.'”
I recently had a conversation with my fiancé, Dan, in relation to this very way of thinking. Sometimes it seems tough or impossible or whatever negative word you want to insert here, but loving your work really is so vital to helping ensure a more peaceful way of life. We all have experienced, or may still be in that very place, a time when going to work was blah and the hours (minutes, seconds) on the clock seemed to drag by. And while it may seem more easy for some to assert that this is not a good way to live, the fact of the matter is sometimes it takes a bit of “suffering” to get where you truly want to be.
The hope, however, is that, as Gilbert said, we can each move forward and bring or life’s work to light. What else, then, would be the purpose of living?
No one is saying it is easy, sugar, spice and everything nice, but what if it could end up that way for at least the majority of the time?
And, don’t get me wrong, I know this battle it tougher for some than others. But when it is all said and done, would you rather lose the fight or show the world what you’ve got?
It may difficult, but I have faith that it is worth the ride . . .
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If you have ever read the unforgettable works of Dr. Seuss, then you are well aware of the magic his stories possess. When I was younger, — and even still now — I used to love to read his books, such as The Cat in the Hat and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. I always figured that anyone who is referred to by a moniker like Dr. Seuss just must be naturally fabulous.
The great Seuss’ birthday was Sunday, March 2nd. But if you forgot to celebrate, that’s OK because many people and groups devote the entire month of March to celebrating the children’s literary guru.
What’s more, a movie version of Seuss’ book Horton Hears A Who is coming out in theaters on March 14th. For those of you who do not know the story, an elephant named Horton one day hears a cry for help from a speck of dust, only to discover the world of Whoville. The book follows his journey to protect the speck, and the struggle of the Whos to make themselves heard to an unbelieving world. In the end, Horton wins and persuades the Whos to make as much noise as possible to prove their existence.
The movie version of Horton Hears a Who stars the voices of Jim Carrey, Steve Carell and Carol Burnett, just to name a few.
This story of Horton reminds me so much of the many magical notions that are lost upon us as we grow older. No one believes in Whoville or the tooth fairy anymore and if they do, like Horton they are laughed at by the world that surrounds them.
When I was younger, I was positive that fairies inhabited the world and were responsible for much of the sparkle in my life — my creativity, magical thinking and laughter. As I grew older, life began to teach me otherwise.
But who is to say that Santa Claus and pixies and the Tooth Fairy do not exist? Don’t get me wrong — I don’t think that a big, jolly man slides down my chimney every Christmas Eve (I don’t even have a gosh darn chimney!), nor do I believe that the Easter Bunny leaves me my favorite, Peeps, every holiday.
But I do think that the belief in the spirit of magic is a necessary one. How else are we to understand the little things that glitter in our daily lives? I may no longer believe in fairies that sit outside eating the maple syrup snow cones I have made for them, but I do know for sure that the pot of “Fairy Dust” from my grandmother that sits in a jar on my dresser makes me smile. The simple notion of magic in the air makes me happy. And I think that anyone who has chosen to continue the essence of magic will agree that it allows you to know a tiny secret of which others are missing out.
No, my mother no longer believes as she did when she was young that The Borrowers have stolen her missing things. But while she may not trust that a minuscule person has pocketed her eyeglasses, she knows one thing is absolute — the mere thought of a small man, hunched over with her frames on his back makes her grin.
And losing the glasses? Well, it’s not that big of a deal after all.