I feel anticipation--if not a little nervousness--about posting, but here goes!
Blog Post #1: Quiet and Creativity
Have you ever noticed that most of your best ideas come while doing something like taking a shower, drifting off to sleep, or driving alone in your car? In the shower, and that twilight time when I'm between wakefulness and sleep, are the best for me, probably because there are no distractions. In the quiet, or the white noise of the water flowing, my mind becomes a flutter of thoughts and ideas that I must quickly snatch out of the air and pocket before they flit off, never to be thought of again.
Of necessity, I keep paper and pencil at my bedside and in the bathroom. In spite of the electronic gadgets that are causing paper clutter to become obsolete, I have sticky notes stacked like pancakes, decorating every flat surface, all over the house. Sticky notes on the mirror. Stickies on my desk. Stickies on my laptop. Stickies on my purse. Stickies on the cover of my Galaxy Note. Stickies on stickies. It's ridiculous. Why the stickies? Because these are my best ideas! There's something of inspiration in some of them. If I don't write things down, and put them in plain sight, I'll forget. I don't want to forget, hoping they'll bear some rare and precious creative fruit at some future time.
For me, ideas flow better in quiet times, so I've learned to tune out noise. As a mother of five, it was a natural extension of the quest for serenity in a busy life, especially since I home schooled our kids--a creative bunch in their own right. Anyone who has adventuresome kids with many creative outlets, knows that noise is often a natural byproduct of unleashed creativity.
Our family likes to gather at the old "homestead;" when my family is here, we're twenty-four strong, (not a small group, and not a big house). Being Italian, we know how to make our voices heard one over another, all at the same time. In those first months we were living here, the cacophony of voices had to overtake the sound of the TV for anyone to be heard above the din, so the volume increased until one or the other topped-out at a fever pitch.
To converse one-on-one with my father is also challenging, since you must repeatedly yell for him to hear you say, "Hood Sue spike the skinner?" "Hood Sue spike the skinner?" "HOOD SUE SPIKE THE SKINNER?!" (Translation: Would you like some dinner?) He'd follow-up with "Who's Sue? I don't know who Sue is."
Then! We discovered the invention of the century! Wireless TV headphones! Now, when Daddy dons his headset, he correctly understands what everyone in TV-land is saying. To his ears, however, we still speak a garbled version of English. Especially since he won't take the headset off to hear what we're trying to say. I'm still yelling: "DADDY, TISSUE SET A SNUFF?" (Translation: Did you get enough?) We've come to grips with never being understood the first time around. Or the second. Or the third.
But I have to say, those headsets changed my life! The first few days, post head-set purchase, my husband, Brad, and I walked around the house in a stupor of quiet--hearing birdsong outside, and real fire engine sirens blaring on the boulevard a few blocks away. When family members came over, a look of bewilderment immediately registered on their faces. What was this new experience so uncharacteristic of Grandpa's house? They found a new pastime: making up their own dialog for what was happening on the now mute TV. Much funnier. Much more entertaining. Just as noisy as the siren.
I love being with the family. I love the chatter, the laughter, the sound of children at play, and adults engaged in stimulating conversation. But I also cherish quiet. Being an introverted person, I need quiet from time to time. I purposely turn off the music in the car, mute the volume on the TV (a given), and go for walks without a bluetooth in my ear. I love quiet. I treasure it.
In quiet moments, I have become more keenly aware of the sounds of nature. More importantly, over time, I have learned to fine-tune my thoughts and heart to listen to the whisperings of the spirit--my own, and the Spirit of God, whose voice is a "still voice of perfect mildness." (Helaman 5:30) It has made all the difference.
Now, when creative energy surfaces at odd and sundry times--most of which are quiet--I grab my pencil and sticky notes, and clutter up my work space until, one by one, each precious thought and word is recorded for future reflection and use.
Then, I can finally fall asleep.
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