Reclaiming the Centre by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt
So I just stopped.
Over the course of the days I did not write, I realised some
important things. I had been feeling for a while that I had lost the central
focus for my work. Although I had a million* different, amazing, God-given
projects, my heart wasn’t in it. It felt like a long, hard, slow, dirgeful
trudge, with just the odd glimmer of grace here and there. I decided to let
that go and start over. I prayed for the Lord to show me whether writing was
the be all and end all to my life. Was there something else I was meant to be
doing? Something else I was meant to be being?
I realised, first off, that I was tired. Extreme exhaustion
is the main symptom of the illness I live with, so separating different kinds
of tiredness is often hard to do. But yes, stepping away from my other life
partner, Microsoft Word, showed me that I was tired. I needed a break.
Secondly, I realised I had invested too much of myself in my
identity as a writer. It had become bigger than just being what I do when I can.
I had begun to believe that not writing would make me a failure, that I needed
to be productive to be worth anything. Refraining from putting fingers to
keyboard gave me space to remember that this is just simply not true, that God
is my centre and he loves me regardless, just as I am, whatever I achieve (or
don’t).
And torn away from worrying about words, I found myself even
in my contemplative prayer, less concerned about journalling, and more able to
let the oughts and shoulds fall away. I fell deeper into God and was shown
powerfully who I am. I found myself meditating by altars in my imagination, and
kneeling on grass kissing the ground in my visions of understanding. This is
where I rediscovered my centre. I felt like the sparrow of Psalm 83 who nests
by the altar and lays her young there. I knew that the absolute bedrock of my
identity is as a worshipper. Everything I do, everything I am, springs from
that truth. Like Jonah, if someone asks who I am, I can say, “I worship
the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.” (Jonah 1
: 9 partial, NIV)
So much of my writing and art is inspired by creation, by
nature, that it just whacked me in the face (sort of like a friendly spiritual
frying pan) this obvious truth, that I am creative out of worship. I am
worshipping the God of all things when I write about him, or gaze in wonder at
a snail lifting its tentacles to me, or when I am painting a wild white wolf. I
am adoring him. I am saying with my words, my heart, my pastels, “Holy, holy,
holy is the Lord God Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.”
And suddenly, this taken on board, along with the wisdom
gained that it might be better to take a break sometimes than slog on, I smile,
and I feel like writing again.
*okay, but sometimes it feels like that many.
Keren
Dibbens-Wyatt is a disabled writer
and artist with a passion for poetry, mysticism, story and colour. Her writing
features regularly on spiritual blogs and in literary journals. Her full-length
publications include Garden of God’s Heart and Whale Song: Choosing Life with
Jonah. She has a new book, Recital of Love, coming out with Paraclete Press in
2020. Keren lives in South East England and is mainly housebound by her
illness.
Photo from Pixabay
I loved this, Keren - so honest and such a powerful reminder to step back for some perspective (and not just in writing) on what matters most.
ReplyDeleteThank you
Thank you Liz, so glad it was a help.
DeleteI'd like to see your painting of the wild white wolf. From what I've seen of your art, you are truly talented.
ReplyDeleteBless you Fran, thank you. I'll post it in the comments in ACW
DeleteI have been through similar times, yet still need to be reminded that it's ok not to write. Thank you for underlining these spiritual truths for me today, Keren.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Deborah. Glad it was helpful :)
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