From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Blessed are the dead
whose death comes peaceful as a slumber
from a day of toil and song
Blessed are the living
whose walks are filled with knowledge
that each day might be their last
Blessed are those whose memories
comfort with the absence
of those gone before
Blessed are those whose heart strings
play the melodies
of unsung songs and voices
Blessed are the celebrants
whose lives memorialize
the spirit of the absent ones
Blessed are the glimpses
that quicken possibilities
of joy that lie ahead
Blessed are the passionate
who follow spirits leading them
into the heart of God
Blessed are you
whose open souls receive
the gracious gifts so freely given
From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool; a Journal:
An experience in scholarly writing: “I worked very hard last Monday, reading all day for my book. I really didn’t enjoy it.”
Later on . . . ”Most of that work was fruitless. I didn’t put it in my book after all. When work becomes a dull ache, it is usually wrong.”
On second-guessing my life’s work: “What do I really want to do with the rest of my life? Is it enough just to follow the Holy Spirit’s prompting on a daily basis? Is long-range planning really a defense? (The Course suggests that it is.) (W- pI.135.14:1) Could I do my writing as well as have a more successful library career?
The key to the latter would be ever-better interactions with the people I encounter everyday. Sometimes I think the job of librarian really doesn’t accomplish much. All of us work so hard on meaningless things; I see it all the time on the reference desk among the patrons, and I try to be tolerant.
Healing minds in the sense meant by the Course has really become my preoccupation. Knowing that, is it any wonder that I’m still tied to my very social occupation even though I’d rather write?
2 thoughts on “Choice to Write”
I feel you. I have the same thoughts about writing, I want to write more and work less (for someone else). Fortunately, I can do this and will in a few months. I am very excited about it. It feels like I have to do it, it is a call for me.
You expressed my sentiments exactly. Mine felt like a call, too. Love, Celia P.S. Good luck on your writing! I did have to wait a few years before I could focus just on writing, because I had a full-time job for 20 years after the call seemed to reach me.