“So, What Do You Do?”

Scenario 1: You are meeting people in a social situation of any kind. Someone new comes up to you and says, “So….what do you do?”

You hem and haw, and feel that strange, slightly apologetic and defensive response come forth. “I am a writer. (or singer, or composer, or artist, or fill in the blank)” You use a subdued voice, looking towards the floor slightly.

“Wow. Can you make a living with that?” Only the truly bold acquaintance will muster that, but you feel it just the same, no matter the words or expressions chosen.

“Well, I am working on a novel, or art piece, or album….” Your voice trails off and you anxiously look for the exit to this conversation. You skillfully turn it to another topic and breathe a sigh of relief.

Scenario 2: Same setting. “So….what do you do?”

You stand up straight and smile. “I am an artist. (or writer, or singer, or composer)”, said in your normal happy speaking voice. Direct eye contact.

“Wow. That’s cool. I wish I had the guts to try something like that. Can you make a living?”

You smile again, letting them know within that smile that, no, not quite yet, but yes, it doesn’t really matter at this point.

They realize you aren’t going to answer that question, as it is immaterial. “Tell me about it. Sounds awesome.”

Just a bit of encouragement to all you artists, musicians, writers, etc. out there. No apologies. You are created in the image of God, who happens to be extremely artistic and creative Himself.

Blessings, Lisa

Imagination on a Tuesday

Clonmacnoise Round Tower, Photograph Ed Lyons

To get my mind going in the morning, sometimes I like to play the what if game. So today, please play along with me.

Hard choices. I will wait to reveal my answer in the comments later. Feel free to answer below in more detail as to why you chose the way you did. Happy imagining!

Blessings, Lisa

P.S. If you are reading this post on WordPress Reader, you need to hit the “Visit” button in order to view the poll. ๐Ÿ™‚

Time Machine

If you had access to a reliable time machine, to what time in history would you transport yourself? Vote in the poll below but wait a few moments for it to load. It is taking WordPress a bit of time to load the polls for some reason. Feel free to explain your choice in the comments also. Could make for some interesting discussion. ๐Ÿ™‚ Love, Lisa

The Wonder and Bewilderment of a Sneeze

All is quiet. You are sitting there, minding your own business. Suddenly, with very little or no warning, you feel it. It rises up inside you like with a tidal wave of force, no holding it back. Your eyes close unbiddenly. You are sneezing, and there is no way around it.

Why am I writing about sneezes, you ask, and rightly so? The two giant sneezes I had at 11:30 PM last night, after I had been sleeping for an hour. They came on for no apparent reason and sat me straight up in bed. The two giant sneezes my husband had this morning as he made his breakfast, also no apparent reason. This got us talking about sneezes, their power, their slight terror, the weirdness and yet great efficiency they have.

As He designed us, God must have been thinking of how to get rid of foreign objects that happened to come our way. And He came up with a sneeze. Brilliant. I love it. There are so many bizarre and wonderful things God has created. Long giraffe necks, chameleons that change color, prickly squash to keep pests away.

If you are brave, take the survey below. There are all kinds of sneezers out there…..my husband and I are definitely the loud and scary kind.

Enjoy your Tuesday,

Lisa

Writing Anyway

Our power is going on and off.  The internet is down, again.  Living in the country is wonderful, but not so wonderful for the latest and greatest technology. 

Anyway, I wasnโ€™t going to write.  No wordpress.com available, little laptop battery left, yada, yada, yada.  I am thinking about writers before the dawn of the computer.  Pen, paper, and sometimes, quill, parchment, candlelight.  Or even before that, stone and chisel.  Torches. 

The urge to write, to create, to express ideas is strong in writers.  Or at least it should be.  God has created us in His image, and He is the ultimate Creator, the ultimate Writer.  Nothing stops Him. ๐Ÿ˜Š

So I am writing this on my low battery, and giving myself an inner lecture.  Because I can write anytime, and I donโ€™t need a fancy laptop and high-speed internet to do it.  Even if no one reads it, it is cathartic, it is satisfying, it stimulates a good productive part of my brain that needs to be away from the infernal internet. 

Maybe you will read this on the blog today, and maybe not.  But either way, I wrote.  And if the battery dies, I will find a nice pad of paper and my favorite pen.  I just hope I donโ€™t have to find a chisel.  Lol

Lisa

Postscript – As you can see, the internet came back for now. So the blog is posted. But this has given me much food for thought…..do I write for others, or for the joy of writing, or for God? Maybe for all mentionned? How do I feel after I write? How would all of us do if internet and electricity were down long term? Wow…..can opened, worms everywhere….(thank you, Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S)