“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I might suggest a couple of other things to feed the creative spark: write a poem; take a photograph; and, if you’re musically inclined, play or write a little song.
I’ve been reminded this week of the power of music. The right music at the right time can touch something deep within. It can help us identify and express that which we struggle to put into words. Its soothing melody has the ability to impart the whisper of the Divine into our heart.
I am not musically inclined. Like my dad used to say, the only thing I know how to play is the radio. (And, in my case, the CD player and the music app on my phone.) I once dabbled at the piano but haven’t touched the keys for many years. I expect I could still clumsily pick out a tune, but nothing that would soothe anyone.
Ah, but God has gifted this world with those who speak music more eloquently than I could ever dream of doing and many are willing share their gift with anyone who has an ear, and a heart, to hear. This week I sat with music and wept. And prayed. And found comfort.