What makes us write.

Writing is like an excitement and bubbling up of ideas that are crying out to be there on the page, where images spring to life in the reader's mind and descriptions and concepts make the mind soar.

Good writing feeds the mind, so that the heart is stirred.
Reading of books conversely fill us up with what can then be expressed well, so that the mind is strengthened and it's powers of articulation improved.

I have been reading in Sharon James' Gentle Rain on Tender Grass (readings through the Pentateuch) of God's creativety. We are made in his image so that his creativety is in us, and a meaningful expression of this is the written word.

I have such a mix and variety of thoughts as to how we are at one and the same time, enthused to seek truth and knowledge out (through reading of God's word and good books) but at the same time create our own stories and ink on the page.

Oh, that I might treasure what has been given me and seek it with all my heart.

Nightly journeys- where is this place?

Out in the deep blowing darkness
Sky finally turned navy blue at eleven pm
With gaps of pale turquoise left as patches
Glimmering in the darkness a star

Twilight at six pm, dusk suddenly imminent
Cicadas making music in the trees
Evening star, venus, pale blue looking down
Dusty warm air cooling down

Long journey in second class three tier
Plunging through the dark night
Lights in the bush, a distant village
Fires burning bright

Taxi ride through rubber plantations
Trees standing tall in straight lines
Climbing into the cool hills, darkness falls
Headlights chasing each other up the road
Night rushing past till journey's end.

Rebekah Dickinson July 2010

Inspired by CS Lewis and Esther Bhasme

I am the product of ...

humid hot weather
inventing of imaginary places
far too many notebooks
mango and sticky rice
inky fountain pens
musty libraries and
the smell of rain on hot concrete

Rebekah Dickinson 18 September 2009