To tell you the truth, I waste a great deal of money on paper. I think of this pen meet paper moment like Michelangelo’s painting in the Sistine Chapel, The Creation of Adam. If I can write, it is likely I am touching only the surface of a deep God—if I can’t, I know I’m only a fingertip away from feeling the divine. I buy a new journal every time I sit down to write. The blank pages make it possible for me to swim down as far as I can. They give me room to expand, to stretch the length of my strokes. I need an oceans deep to grow.
July 19, 2012
Art Meditations: A glimpse into my process