Writing in the White Space: Playing Until My Name Looks Like Me

Writing in the White Space

White space is where creativity can breathe and come to life within us.

I wrote this piece a year ago as I was emerging from a long, dark winter of pain into the spring of new beauty and life . . .

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I have a new journal.

I fill it with words that flow lazily from a high mountain stream. It’s a trickling of water really, looking for a path to forge as it wanders along cracks in the hardened soil and around the strewn pebbles of my abandoned creative self.

I write in

new journal handwriting

hoping the flowing curves and hidden joy of simulating swoopy “a’s” and “g’s” on the screen will help the words find their own curves and rhythm.

Fearfully, timidly, clutching my tattered memory of a yellow Easter bonnet with long flowing white ribbons that danced and fluttered joyfully in the spring breeze, I open the latched and rusted iron gate of my creativity.

old rusty metal padlocks on chains

Opened to the infinite, vulnerable in the newness of this life, I am young again, and I struggle to breathe the air here.

I no longer know who I am. I don’t know where the words come from, how they will shape themselves, or where they will go.

I’m too old for this nonsense, a distant school teacher voice scolds me for trading “serious work” for play.

The little girl with the bonnet turns away in shame . . . ribbons drag in the mud.

Turn back and play. This is right, this is life, the voice of the yellow bonnet whispers.

But my bonnet’s dirty now, I protest.

Turn back and look again.

I obey . . . not with faith, still in fear.

The ribbons dance again. Joy can breathe again.

I write my name with a stick in the dust:

names

girl hat 2I gently snap the elastic thread around my chin and secure the bonnet to my head so I can sit down and practice some more.

This is where I must start.

I’ll learn to breathe here drawing curvy lines in the sand until the rhythm is just right.

new journal me

Linda CrawfordLinda Crawford

Writing in the White Space: Astonished by His Grace

Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways! Romans 11:33 ESV

Astonished by His Grace

Have you ever come on anything quite like this extravagant generosity of God. . . Everything comes from him; Everything happens through him; Everything ends up in him. Always glory! Always praise! Yes. Yes. Yes. Romans 11:33, 36 MSG

Cathee“This is the piece I wrote after spending the night for the first time at my daughter’s home.

I placed her for adoption when she was born, so sleeping in a bed that she made up for me had a real impact.”

Cathee Poulsen is the author of Thresholds & Passages and Quiet Places, books that lead to a peaceful rhythm of worship, work, rest, solitude and community.  She’s a word-stringer by profession and obsession, hopelessly devoted to Jesus and Bob and recognized in public places by her laugh. You can follow her on Twitter @CatheePoulsen or at her website http://catheepoulsen.com

Writing in the White Space “is a canvas to be painted, a sky with endless possibilities for combinations of light and dark to streak across it . . . art waiting to happen.”

White space is where creativity can breathe and come to life within us.

We celebrate the beauty of words…written in the white space–the empty room of freedom of thought–where words are created that sing, dance and illustrate life’s beauty.

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Writing in the White Space: The Colors of Faith

You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors.                                             James 1:3 MSG

As I  ponder this scripture I wonder, what are the colors of faith?

I head to the White Space, my creative writing and pondering place, to explore the images and words that spin out from the inspiration.

I start with BLUE.

And I simply write. No editing, no over-thinking, no fear.

Writing in the White Space I write for no audience, with no concern of whether others will “get it.” I write for the beauty of writing…something, anything, that captures the images of the holiness of blue…for me.

Blue

If you were to enter your White Space and write without fear, what holiness would you see in BLUE?

EVERY DAY, from today forward, you can link your own blog posts that tie to the theme of that day’s Beauty Minute post.

EVERY DAY.

If you don’t have a blog go to the Facebook page and share there. We are all created to create, and when we create something that has never before been created, and could only be created through the uniqueness of us . . . beauty happens. And we create more beauty together–as a chorus, a field of wildflowers, a gallery of paintings, and a library full of books.

We are the Body of Christ, each a vital and beautiful part of the whole.

Linda CrawfordBLUE is beautiful.

Share your beauty.

Click the photos to read past writings in the white space:

We long to create poem

Joy Floats

Resurrection

Cold

Writing in the White Space: Resurrection

This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” Romans 8:15 MSG

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Praying for the beauty of the resurrection life of Jesus for you today.

Linda Crawford

©Linda Crawford 2013

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Writing in the White Space: Cold

Writing in the White Space began in the white space of my journal.

white space I wrote that white space was “a canvas to be painted, a sky with endless possibilities for combinations of light and dark to streak across it . . . art waiting to happen.”

In the White Space of life I search for the prism of God . . . white space journal

and discover the colors that make life truly beautiful.

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Cold

The snow clings to the branches as long as the temperature is rightkeeping it light.

But when heat begins to melt the bonds of cold…flakes turn to slush.snowflakes

Wishing to stay afloat, dreaming of a breeze to fly upon–no longer. Now water, it must fully fall to the ground to impart its own life to the soil of the earth below.

Yet it will live again, rise as vapor to mingle and dance upon the atmosphere…to become…

warm as tears, cold as art.

My thoughts long to be weightless as vapor. Not tears, but snowflakes, chilled to icy perfection so they may joyfully float as they fall.

They long to be cold, and cold is not bad.

Cold is when rest cycles start, when hidden rejuvenation happens. Growth slows, but life is not barren, just hidden–blanketed by air and water-light, dripping slowly to nourish.

Melting so deliberately.

Lord, may my inspirations float as unique flakes and be directed by the wind of your Holy Spirit. May they be free, joyful and happy just to be.

Others may scoff, criticize, and ridicule what I create, but there’s no denying the perfection of a snowflake–and isn’t that what all art is?

You see it, and that needs to be enough for me.

Without you I am nothing; have nothing. Not one single flake, one breath, one thought, one drop of blood.

Life — let mine be left and lived and shared.

No other life but this one can I lay at your feet.

Make me a melting offering.

Today, I pray…to be a flake.

Or at least a little more flake-y. 🙂

Linda CrawfordLinda Crawford

Writing in the White Space: Vytvoreni

Vytvoření

We celebrate the beauty of words…written in the white space–the empty room of freedom of thought–where words are created that sing, dance and illustrate life’s beauty.

Children, listen closely; I’ll give you a lesson in God worship.

Who out there has a lust for life? Can’t wait each day to come upon beauty? Psalm 34: 11-12 MSG

We long to create poem

Vytvoření is Czech for “creating”