On Hunting The Elusive

"...rouses the something deeper than the understanding -- the power that underlies thoughts." - George Macdonald

It's thinking that gags those fleeting inspirations.. those slippery instances of understanding, of holistic insight. Even putting it into words is troublesome.. words seem finite, concrete, rigid. Those moments of pure "a-ha!" can't possibly be packaged prettily into sentences. It's so difficult. And yet some are gifted to string just the right words together in just the right way, that whether it's when the writer sets those words to motion on paper, or when the words become alive by speech, the moment of inspiration can be revisited again and again.

Sometimes I think I think too much.

There are whole worlds I live in, that I've created, that I've found, that I experience, but I can't seem to funnel out any of their magic into the world here. I have not found the right materials to build those bridges. My first instinct is to think, to analyze, to plan. Inspiration runs from anything like that.

I'm trying to get better at bringing out what's inside. Keeping this blog up seems like it might be a good way to practice.

I just spent some time with a friend who shared some of her poetry with me. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I was truly moved by it. She is one of those gifted people who seems to have tied one end of a thread to her dreamworld, and managed to extend it all the way back across subconsciousness, fantasy, inspiration, and tie it firmly onto the tip of her pen. Her poetry was wonderful! I was really inspired by it. It had all of these powerful images, elements which make up the stuff of my favorite qualities.. dreams, nature, feeling, legend, etc.

I'm so inspired. When I have time, I want to try to write like that.

For now, I'm just happy and thankful to have heard it.