LET THE BLANK PAGE TAKE ME

 



“There’s something about a blank page

that makes me tingle.”

Nikki Grimes

 

Some of my friends are curious to know, when I open a blank page every day to blog, if I am ready with the subject of the blog. It’s very interesting…

Some years ago, I had published a book on Mr. Kannan’s Sunday stories - 'FLOWING WITH THE WHEEL'. He was a cancer survivor; but full of zest and ready with lively stories, every Sunday morning, when we met for our Tai Chi sessions.  One of his stories was, how, on many occasions, he and his wife would simply sit on their car and go on a long drive, saying, “Let the road take us.”…

I loved that story of living life with spontaneity, a childlike trust and wonder, so to let Life unfold itself along our journey…

It seems, on many days, I do the same thing… I open a blank page and say, as Mr. Kannan would do - “Let the blank page take me!”

And, I am sure, this must be the story of every other creative person on this planet – a painter, a novelist, a poet, a film maker, a composer and every other storyteller…

Nikki Grimes says:

“There is something about a blank page

that makes me tingle.”


 

When we are too much concerned about what would be the next scene – the next line in my case – we feel caged, our wings seem clipped. On the other hand, if we let Life unfold for us the next scene – the next line for me – that freedom, that spontaneity has a special charm, a special strength…

So, to my friends, who are curious to now, if I knew what would I write on when I opened the blank page for this blog, I say: “No, Sir… I opened the blank page and simply said – ‘Let the blank page take me’…




“Don’t wait for the inspiration,” says Henri Matisse, “It comes while one is working.”


GERALD D’CUNHA

Pic’s: 1. www.canva.com    2. freetattoideasdesignsblogspot.com

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