A Game of Patience, 1937, Meredith Frampton
When I stopped by to update my blog today I found myself in a
dilemma, you know the sort, 'What will I blog about today?'
I considered the options;
- Something
from Magpie Tales, the weekly writing prompt from Tess at Willow Manor
or
- Something
from 'Our Allotment'. The observant among you will note that it is fast
becoming a joint project. Ownership is not in contention here, we do
share the fruits of our labour.
I did wonder if there was a connection between the options
and thought long and hard about who or what might connect them and then it came
to me in a word - PATIENCE! Bear with me and all will be revealed.
In life, some things take a little time and patience to unfold, for example, good writing for a play, prose or poetry for a Magpie Tale. Little seedlings need help, nurturing, sunshine and a little patience too before something wonderful transpires. I believe Mother Nature does not like to be rushed. She finds her own pace and rhythm. It would be unfair of me to expect her to perform instant magic. She needs time and patience to be creative and bountiful in her giving. As she weaves her way through our little allotment, slowly unfolding her little offerings in the form of potatoes and courgettes (this week!) we welcome her gifts.
Sometimes the answer comes in the waiting, the patience, the
letting it be ... Incidentally,
the potatoes tasted so much better for the wait!
I so agree. Some things, especially the creative process, can't be rushed. I've read writers who said that a particular story took 20 years to get right! But they were happy with the result.
ReplyDeleteYes - pure genius can't be rushed - but sometimes it is instantaneous just like I feel creation was, which mother nature obeys. Two composers come to mind to illustrate. Mozart was a pure genius and penned the wole thing in his head and poured his masterpieces without any error onto paper. Beethoven could never get it in one and he wrote and rewrote with crossings out and improvements along the way - but he was still a genius.
ReplyDeleteOh! if we were Mozarts!! . . . . or en Beethovens for that matter.
Loved your account ~ Eddie
You are right, nurturing and constant attention is needed for anything creative...and patience.
ReplyDeleteWonderful potatoes!
Nice potatoes!
ReplyDeleteI write different things, depending on my mood. I think each kind informs the other.