So I create a new blog with a catchy little title like "Brain Excavation" with the hope of having a place to release, or at the very least, file away some of the many random thoughts I seem to be experiencing lately. Yet, as I sit here this evening I find myself completely at a loss for words, or better stated, unable express my thoughts in any form resembling coherency. I suppose that's alright though. According to the most recent book I have read, "If You Want To Write", by Brenda Ueland, the important thing to realize is that within each and every one of us lies an "inexhaustible fountain of ideas". She also emphasizes time and time again the importance of simply writing something, anything, and to do it with uninterrupted frequency. For the very act of writing itself can be as a golden bucket by which one can draw from this well of ideas which we all possess.
In these past couple of weeks while on a furlough from work, I have been doing some serious soul searching and seeking God as to the direction my life should proceed. I am making an all-out effort to discover what passion lies within me and how to use whatever God-given talents and abilities I have to follow that passion. I can't honestly say that I have received any definitive revelation in this area but I do know that one of things I enjoy is writing, or at least I enjoy thinking that one day I could write, but then again, don't we all?
What I seem to be having the most difficult time with is deciding or discovering what it is exactly that I wish to write about. My conscious seems to be commanding me to write about only that which is true to me in my heart. If that is to be the case, then each and everything I write would be about the love, grace, and compassion of Jesus Christ. Jesus is true to me in my heart always, even when everything else in this world appears to be a farce. While of course Jesus is a worthy topic of discussion and His teachings were, and are, absolutely fascinating and life-changing, my intention was, for this blog, to allow my own imagination to be stretched and exercised by writing about almost anything outside of Christianity. This will be extremely far from the norm for me but I am hoping by this to gain a greater understanding of who I am and which road leads me towards my destiny. I am not referring to my eternal destiny but yet my earthly destiny for which I was created and through which I may find fulfillment. Jesus said, "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks". So one sure-fire way of finding out what is in one's heart is to listen to the words which we speak. Words are ever so powerful.
Of course, because I am an ardent follower of the Lord, it is more than probable that His teachings and other principles from the word of God will be intermingled and woven into the very fabric of everything that comes forth from my mind. As Brenda points out, a true writer writes from the imagination, which happens to be what she refers to as the Holy Spirit, and that the one true sign of a good writer is that his spirit be revealed and cast forth for the reader to readily discern in each and everything written. Therefore, undoubtedly, because my spirit has become one with the Lord Jesus, the words that come from my heart will inevitably and more often than not bear His signature.
So let me say to those of you reading, thank you. I realize that I have yet to write anything of any interest or really of any significance, but at least I have brought myself to the place where I am making an effort. One can never reap a harvest unless the seed has been sown. And the only way I am ever going to discover whether I have any real writing ability, and find out for myself if this passion I feel can be brought to life through my writing, then I have to at least tear open the package and begin scattering seed.
Sowing and Reaping
The ground is tilled. The seed is planted.
The farmer waters the field,
waiting and watching every day
for the earth to bring forth its yield.
He is patient in his labors,
taking very special care;
for he knows it won’t be long,
yes, harvest time is near.
Well, the same is true in a spiritual sense.
The Word of God does say,
“Our labor is not in vain in the Lord.”,
There’s coming a reaping day.
God hears the cry of His children.
He sees each tear that is sown.
His heart is moved with compassion,
for He cares for His loved and own.
Like the farmer, we need to be patient,
and take very special care;
adding diligence to our faith
that God will answer prayer.
The Word must be sown in the heart
just as the seed is sown in the field.
Then God will bring it to pass,
a great harvest of souls to yield!
(Sowing and Reaping source: http://writeathome.wordpress.com/2007/01/22/sowing-and-reaping/)
Well, that's my little contribution to the blog world for tonight, for what it's worth. Thanks for dropping by and please feel free to leave a comment. And, if you have any suggested reference materials for beginning writers that you would like to share, I would be much obliged.
Thank you,
Michael
P.S. I do have a couple of other blogs where I have written and posted many articles relating to Christianity and the bible. Should you be of interest, let me know and I can send you the links.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Lemon Jello
So now I write....
Somehow you have stumbled across this blog and within you is a deep-seeded curiosity, or at the very least, a whimsical inquisitiveness as as to what "Brain Excavation" is all about. How I wish I had some witty, intriguing, and thought-provoking answer to that question, but I don't. However, I would like to say first and foremost, that I commend you for the simple fact that you are curious. I admire curiosity. Curiosity can be, and often is, the fuel that ignites passion. We all have passion. Yes, even I and even you. Unfortunately, for the majority of us, passion lies tucked away in the corner pantry like a box of lemon jello which has exceeded it's expiration date by nearly a decade, awaiting the hungry soul who dares to add water, and stir. How many times have we hesitantly opened that cabinet door in expectation of something that says, "Hey, what about me? Pick me! I am tasty, somewhat healthy, and even a little bit erotic. If you would just add some liquid love, I'm yours!"
Lemon jello, while not exactly a gourmet desert, might just be, at this moment, the very thing your ever-so finicky appetite desires. So, I invite you to save the 5 bucks which you may be tempted to spend on some frozen, sugar-filled delight from the the corner Starbucks, (no, not that corner, the other corner), and indulge with me as I dig from within and excavate the once drug-induced, yet complex tunnels of my mind.
Had you not come to the conclusion already, this blog has no particular theme. You cannot come back here again in hopes of gaining insight relative to some previous topic which I have discussed. Oh, I suppose that I will, from time to time, rehash, re-live, or even repeat myself, but that would certainly be the exception and not the norm. If in fact you do run across something that bears the resemblance of something else previously written, or in your opinion, falls within the same realm of thought, then please, and by all means, be gracious enough to point that out in comment form. It may indeed be a tunnel I wish to, or need to further explore. After all, it's not your brain in which this blog seeks to excavate. Yet, the brain that is in need of rotted-soil removal seems to be my own.
As if it were not already blatantly obvious, I have not, nor even claim to have, any sort of formal education, especially as it would pertain to writing. Having said that, I beg of you to kindly overlook and disregard the many grammatical, phonological, and literal mistakes which will no doubt permeate and be embedded within nearly every sentence I present. But that's just the way jello is, is it not? It's cool, it wiggles, it's colorful, tasty, and if one hungry soul would simply see beyond that stale package of Oreo cookies and look lying beside that envelope of instant brown gravy which has been there since they moved from their first apartment, then they might just find a little nugget of inexpensive and satisfying "soul" food standing up as in a last-ditch effort and screaming, "Water me, please!"
OK, so that was a little much. The bottom line is that as I find myself suddenly unemployed after being on the same career path for nearly 30 years, the only thing I have left that is certain, outside of the love and grace of God, is my imagination, even as uncertain and fluctuating as it may be. So in an effort to keep all of my random and peace-theiving thoughts at bay, I write.
The sole intention and purpose of this blog is so that I may hopefully and eventually dig my way into the depths of my own passions and haul out of that dark, yet optimistic bowl of wiggly gelatin, something, or the one thing, that can satisfy the craving of my temporarily earth-bound jello hungry soul.
Thanks for the visit and please, come again.
Yours truly,
Michael.
Somehow you have stumbled across this blog and within you is a deep-seeded curiosity, or at the very least, a whimsical inquisitiveness as as to what "Brain Excavation" is all about. How I wish I had some witty, intriguing, and thought-provoking answer to that question, but I don't. However, I would like to say first and foremost, that I commend you for the simple fact that you are curious. I admire curiosity. Curiosity can be, and often is, the fuel that ignites passion. We all have passion. Yes, even I and even you. Unfortunately, for the majority of us, passion lies tucked away in the corner pantry like a box of lemon jello which has exceeded it's expiration date by nearly a decade, awaiting the hungry soul who dares to add water, and stir. How many times have we hesitantly opened that cabinet door in expectation of something that says, "Hey, what about me? Pick me! I am tasty, somewhat healthy, and even a little bit erotic. If you would just add some liquid love, I'm yours!"
Lemon jello, while not exactly a gourmet desert, might just be, at this moment, the very thing your ever-so finicky appetite desires. So, I invite you to save the 5 bucks which you may be tempted to spend on some frozen, sugar-filled delight from the the corner Starbucks, (no, not that corner, the other corner), and indulge with me as I dig from within and excavate the once drug-induced, yet complex tunnels of my mind.
Had you not come to the conclusion already, this blog has no particular theme. You cannot come back here again in hopes of gaining insight relative to some previous topic which I have discussed. Oh, I suppose that I will, from time to time, rehash, re-live, or even repeat myself, but that would certainly be the exception and not the norm. If in fact you do run across something that bears the resemblance of something else previously written, or in your opinion, falls within the same realm of thought, then please, and by all means, be gracious enough to point that out in comment form. It may indeed be a tunnel I wish to, or need to further explore. After all, it's not your brain in which this blog seeks to excavate. Yet, the brain that is in need of rotted-soil removal seems to be my own.
As if it were not already blatantly obvious, I have not, nor even claim to have, any sort of formal education, especially as it would pertain to writing. Having said that, I beg of you to kindly overlook and disregard the many grammatical, phonological, and literal mistakes which will no doubt permeate and be embedded within nearly every sentence I present. But that's just the way jello is, is it not? It's cool, it wiggles, it's colorful, tasty, and if one hungry soul would simply see beyond that stale package of Oreo cookies and look lying beside that envelope of instant brown gravy which has been there since they moved from their first apartment, then they might just find a little nugget of inexpensive and satisfying "soul" food standing up as in a last-ditch effort and screaming, "Water me, please!"
OK, so that was a little much. The bottom line is that as I find myself suddenly unemployed after being on the same career path for nearly 30 years, the only thing I have left that is certain, outside of the love and grace of God, is my imagination, even as uncertain and fluctuating as it may be. So in an effort to keep all of my random and peace-theiving thoughts at bay, I write.
The sole intention and purpose of this blog is so that I may hopefully and eventually dig my way into the depths of my own passions and haul out of that dark, yet optimistic bowl of wiggly gelatin, something, or the one thing, that can satisfy the craving of my temporarily earth-bound jello hungry soul.
Thanks for the visit and please, come again.
Yours truly,
Michael.
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