I heard someone say this summer that thinking is a creative's most important work.
It's already getting cooler in northern Michigan, and the trees are tinged along the edges with autumn color. The rhythm of life changes with the seasons, and as the rhythm resets the pulse of my days, I'm building in time to think.
Time spent walking, praying, thinking, and feeling. It's tempting to run away from feeling things, to drown one's own thoughts with the thoughts of others, with music, and a thousand other things. But I want to feel what life brings. To think about what it all means, or how senseless it all seems. To pour out my heart to the One who knows.
Space to think brings depth and dimension to a work of art. And to a life.