I, by nature, am a woman given to hard work. I have an inherent urge and drive to be productive, to seize the moment and bear fruits from my labor. Being still, not producing, often leaves me with an anxious feeling that I have wasted my time, time that I will never get back.
The deception of that ideology is one that plagues many of us, I am sure; being still means you have wasted a moment.
Years ago, I was presented with the converse of that ideology. I learned that there can be great wisdom in resting…simply being still. All too often we confuse stillness with lack of productivity. We in the west have been conditioned to believe that if there is no movement then nothing has been done.
This is actually an enemy of faith. Faith, as the Bible puts it, “Is the substance of things NOT seen, the evidence of things hoped for.” This comes from Hebrews 11:1. Going a step further with faith, and considering that within a few short hours the Sabbath will begin, I am reminded of the beauty that comes from stillness especially in the face of my unfinished art.
“Sometimes using your time well or wisely is really just a matter of being still.”
I have found that when I rest, when I am still and quiet, my art flourishes in a way that it does not when I am “trying to work” it out. In the hush of the still moments, the moments that logic says I should be moving, I find that the rivers of creativity flow, the sound of the stories play as music in my ears, and the colors of the art waiting to be made dance within my imagination with a clarity far more real than the world I live in.
It is in the stillness that I am able to take hold of the bouquet of roses without pricking my hands with the thorns of forced efforts…which ultimately are wasted efforts. Wouldn’t you agree with me, that it is indeed a waste of time to force your art only to find that hours later you end up trashing everything you squeezed out of you? You end up far more stressed afterward when you do this.
Forcing the moment is akin to squeezing the blood from turnips.
Those years ago, as I sat on my bed, warm buttery sunlight pouring through my window and onto my face, I heard the voice of Yeshua Jesus say, “Sometimes using your time well or wisely is really just a matter of being still.” And this is the truth. Being still in body and even in the mind allows your creativity to speak without all the commotion.
I had to be reminded of this truth this very week. I had to keep myself from straining to “hear,” but to simply allow myself to hear when the time came.
I want so very much to produce without a break in the moment but these breaks, if treated right, if embraced with the full commitment of rest, produce such wonderful and delicious fruit.
When I look at William-Adolphe Bouquereau’s painting, “Rest at Harvest” I see the truth yet again. The woman reclines with sublime peace at a time when she should be gathering in the grain. Had she done the logical thing, she would have missed out on the joy she so clearly was filled with by simply being still and I would reckon (using my imagination here) that when she finally did go to gather the harvest she was much more efficient.
This is what I want to be. Actually, in creating this post and looking for the perfect image to express my words I was made to really take a deeper look at Bouquereau, and I have to say I have fallen in love.
My prayer is that next week and the weeks to come, I will continue to authentically produce works that are worth posting and worth your time viewing. Do bear with me, as I do not want to rush them only to have to backtrack later.
I humbly thank you all, all of you who have journeyed with me thus far in Following this blog, those of you who have Liked the postings, and those of you who have participated in the writing prompts and have taken the time to leave feedback and comments. I can’t say thank you enough.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!