Today’s morning pages quote: “If we are trying to THINK SOMETHING UP, we are straining to reach for something that’s just beyond our grasp.” -Julia Cameron
I’ve been in that nether land lately, wondering what to put on paper. It’s been a struggle.
Another favorite quote from Julia is, “As I create and listen, I will be led.”
Just then, a song I’ve never heard played: The River Knows Your Name by John Hiatt. All these images floated up. Standing beside the lower falls at the rocks in the Coal River with my family as we said goodbye to my mother. The beach, the trees, the lifelong familiar expanse forever changed.
I grabbed my brushes and paints and paper and let the tears mix with the water to dissolve the pigments into a sloppy, colorful mess.
And the river hears you cry
As the lightning cracks the open sky
As your Momma sings a lullaby
Oh the river she knows why
Let the river take away
All the words
That you and I could never say
In the silence Darling let us pray
Let the river take it all away