Take the Leap!











A leap can feel awkward. Like a three-legged frog in a chemical pond who wonders if he, too, may become a prince.

Leaping is where the imperfect truths of my life meet the magical. Discomfort gives way to wonder. Deformity may be the greatest beauty. And stumbling on the gym floor might be the disguise of the dance.

A leap. Take up pen or paintbrush. Think: how'd I do that last time? I can't do it anymore. I need my muse. I have no ideas.

All that's different is that one day I leap.

To leap is to throw your legs out over the divide. Close your eyes and risk the whirling eddies. On the other side is a mudbank where ideas are kept, cool and drippy, tricky and slick.

Of course it's much nicer to stay above ground with reassurances like grocery lists and washing machines and hair mousse. It's much easier to shake your head and sigh, "I really have nothing to say today."

3 comments:

  1. You write these for me, don't you? ;)

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  2. "Close your eyes and risk the whirling eddies." LOVE that!

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  3. Thanks for the encouragement Christi!

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