Sometimes I have to rally my emotions and make myself feel special enough to write. I have to feel like I’m doing something epic.
Max Richter’s Song “On the Nature of Daylight” does the trick for me, each and every time.
So much so that I have a playlist of different arrangements of the song. One’s an orchestra, another a cello quartet, and another of Dinah Washington’s voice.
She’s singing her song “This Bitter Earth”
Lord, this bitter earth Yes, can be so cold
Today you’re young Too soon, you’re old
But while a voice within me cries I’m sure someone may answer my call
And this bitter earth Ooh, may not Oh, be so bitter after all
This is just another way of saying Frederick Buechner’s quote:
Calling is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.
The role of a creator is to voice our deep gladness, at the same time answer the call that’s around us.
This earth is bitter, there’s no way around it. It’s a reality we can’t numb, distract, or be defeated by.
Hope is a form of protest.