Hi everyone! I recently started reading what is posted here. Those words I quoted have been on my mind from the time I read them. Great words, with a lot within and between them.Danny wrote: I took a business writing course the key was "Write to Express not Impress".
There are various ways in which people approach creative writing. The way it happens to some is they really do not know what they will write. They have an idea about where they will begin and they begin. Then they just flow with what comes. Often by the end of the session they are surprised by what they wrote - they did not know that this is what they would be writing. It is a very humbling experience because one knows that what got written was way beyond one's capabilities and there is as if the Hand of Someone else, the blessings of Someone else who guided one through it all. Gratitude fills one up and one is Touched by the Presence of Love in one's mental, spiritual environment.
After this kind of an experience, one may or may not post and publish that creation. The fulfillment is in the experience of writing and is complete and has ended there, during writing. Some perhaps never publish. And yet others do publish with the Hope that the same Love that flowed through one during writing, may have permeated into the creation, and what if the reader is Touched by that Love while reading this bit of expression! That perhaps there is a message of LOVE that wanted to get conveyed to the readers though this creation and will find its way into the hearts of those who are ready to receive.
The experience of writing is often so Divine that it needs no acknowledgement. In fact superficial responses of applaud irritates a poet. He knows that if IT Touched, then one would be quietly receiving now and not jumping up and down clapping.
Whether the reader resonated with the creation or not is an extremely personal experience of the reader, just as the writing was an extremely personal experience of the poet.
We all need Love. The mother as much as the child. The child and the mother, the poet and his creation are in this self-sustaining Divine orb. Whether the creation was accoladed or looked down upon can in no way change the sense of satisfaction and Love that the poet or the mother has. The mother often wonders how she could have loved her son more had they called him a genius, a savant or even a prophet instead of calling him autistic, mentally-retarded or 'special'.
Which child isn't special!
