Gifts
All of us have been given gifts in our
life. Whether your gift is cooking a delicious meal, painting a portrait,
writing a song, working with animals, making a movie, working with children, we
all have our own, individual, unique gifts.
I believe they were picked just for
us, and given to us for a reason.
When I grew up, I was classically trained
as a singer. I sang in choirs in churches and schools, and studied privately,
for twenty-five years. I knew my singing voice was a gift. I felt my purpose on
this planet was to be a singer. However, after a tonsillectomy, my voice, or
what my voice had been, was taken from me. I felt I had lost my gift.
However, through my writing, I have
discovered my true gift. I was not put on this Earth to be a singer; I was put
on this planet to use my voice. Whether through song or writing, I feel my
voice is my gift.
I have often thought of my gift of
writing, and my life as an artist. I find that, after my evening prayers, I get
most of my inspiration in the dream state.
That makes me wonder-does my writing come
from me? Am I being guided in my writing? Am I being given inspiration as well?
I know that I have been surprised at some of the things I have written. In
looking back at my earliest work,
I thought: “I wrote that?”
I know that much of my inspiration comes
from daily life. I feel I have been given a writer’s eye to help me find
inspiration and interpret the information.
However, I have felt that I am being
guided on my journey, and that the inspiration I receive is indeed a gift.
In my life as an artist, I have met
artists of other fields from around the globe. One such artist described
himself not as an artist, or performer, but as a vessel. He recognized that his
talent was his gift, and felt he could not take credit for his work, because
God was working through him.
Is that true for all of us, in all of our
gifts? Does God work through me in my writing? Is my writing mine, or divine?
I recently found a passage in a book that
that I found quite interesting…..
“The artist is the servant of…those
angels, that Muse….they know they are not the source of the creations they
bring to being. They only facilitate. They carry. They are the willing and
skilled instruments of the gods and goddesses they serve.”-Steven Pressfield,
“the War of Art”
I do feel guided as an artist. I feel
that someone-or something-plants a seed of a thought in my brain, and I am the
one that is responsible for its cultivation.
We are all uniquely different and the
same. We were given our gifts for a reason, and it is up to us to act on them.
As for me, I am a willing instrument for
the gods and goddesses I serve. I am open to positive, divine inspiration to
come my way. I will interpret it, write my truth, what I see through my
writer’s eye.
That is my purpose and my gift. Now
that I have found my gift, I intend to play on, learn my craft, and become a
skilled instrument.
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