The Glorious Empty Page
I love nothing.
Sweet nothings.
I love the sweet, expectant nothingness of an empty page.
My nightly ritual is to make a mark, a line, a word, a drawing in my blank bedside journal. I flip through and search for that unclaimed page. The one begging for a late night scrawl and no matter how tired I am I let the pen do its thing.
On some extra sleepy nights, it seems that the pen is more conscious than I. Days, weeks, months later, I can look back and marvel at the odd collection of dreamy words dabbled one after another. There is a special poetry in the subconscious that is allowed to spill out when our daytime guard is down. Isn't it true that sometimes when we are trying our least, we sometimes are treated to our best -- our most natural work?
I know that my best works cascaded from me during my late night page rituals. I wonder where that story may have ended up if it had only been lived out as a dream. Would there have been a repeat performance or would the story have been swept away into the deepest part of dream storage?
When I visit children in the classroom I tell them about my journal and invite them to do the same. Children respond well to a simple invitation. Especially to play.
If we want kids to learn, to read, to write, then we should invite them to play. Play with words. Fill an empty page. With words. Drawings and even just doodles and marks. Let them discover first hand the joy of returning to the page a day later, a week later, and rediscover the page filled with their own thoughts and creations.
I often see people scurrying to buy gifts for family and friends and I think they should add one simple gift to the pile. A blank book. A simple one for less than a dollar will do. It doesn't have to be deluxe. I have seen too many fancy journals sitting idle, blank and forlorn because its owner was too afraid to make a mark on its special pages. Simple will do nicely.
A blank book is tremendous for so many reasons. It binds together all the random art and writings into a portfolio. You can learn a lot from voyaging through a filled journal. You can appreciate the work. You can see improvements. You can be inspired by an idea and set off to build upon it in your next journal.
My dream library would have loads of books and equal amounts of blank books. A great big wall of "empties" waiting to be filled. I'd have buckets of pens, and glue, and paint ready for use.
Blank books are symbols of what each of us is capable of creating, contributing, and sharing. It symbolizes that each of us has an important story. to tell. The blank book symbolizes that the best chapters are unwritten and just waiting to unfold.
The computer, you say? The blank pages of a word processing program? Are they as wonderful as a blank paper journal? While the experience is not as sensual, the effect is the same ultimately. I am a big advocate of any program that has a blank screen as its main screen. Blank screens, like blank journals, beg to be adorned, to be added to, to have life breathed into them. Set aside the super, whiz-bang, multimedia CD-ROMs and websites and instead, pull up a good ol' fashioned word processor and make it sing and sparkle with your own words.
Savor the blankness.
Marvel at nothing.
Be swept away by the glorious, wonderful, empty page.
Sweet nothings.
I love the sweet, expectant nothingness of an empty page.
My nightly ritual is to make a mark, a line, a word, a drawing in my blank bedside journal. I flip through and search for that unclaimed page. The one begging for a late night scrawl and no matter how tired I am I let the pen do its thing.
On some extra sleepy nights, it seems that the pen is more conscious than I. Days, weeks, months later, I can look back and marvel at the odd collection of dreamy words dabbled one after another. There is a special poetry in the subconscious that is allowed to spill out when our daytime guard is down. Isn't it true that sometimes when we are trying our least, we sometimes are treated to our best -- our most natural work?
I know that my best works cascaded from me during my late night page rituals. I wonder where that story may have ended up if it had only been lived out as a dream. Would there have been a repeat performance or would the story have been swept away into the deepest part of dream storage?
When I visit children in the classroom I tell them about my journal and invite them to do the same. Children respond well to a simple invitation. Especially to play.
If we want kids to learn, to read, to write, then we should invite them to play. Play with words. Fill an empty page. With words. Drawings and even just doodles and marks. Let them discover first hand the joy of returning to the page a day later, a week later, and rediscover the page filled with their own thoughts and creations.
I often see people scurrying to buy gifts for family and friends and I think they should add one simple gift to the pile. A blank book. A simple one for less than a dollar will do. It doesn't have to be deluxe. I have seen too many fancy journals sitting idle, blank and forlorn because its owner was too afraid to make a mark on its special pages. Simple will do nicely.
A blank book is tremendous for so many reasons. It binds together all the random art and writings into a portfolio. You can learn a lot from voyaging through a filled journal. You can appreciate the work. You can see improvements. You can be inspired by an idea and set off to build upon it in your next journal.
My dream library would have loads of books and equal amounts of blank books. A great big wall of "empties" waiting to be filled. I'd have buckets of pens, and glue, and paint ready for use.
Blank books are symbols of what each of us is capable of creating, contributing, and sharing. It symbolizes that each of us has an important story. to tell. The blank book symbolizes that the best chapters are unwritten and just waiting to unfold.
The computer, you say? The blank pages of a word processing program? Are they as wonderful as a blank paper journal? While the experience is not as sensual, the effect is the same ultimately. I am a big advocate of any program that has a blank screen as its main screen. Blank screens, like blank journals, beg to be adorned, to be added to, to have life breathed into them. Set aside the super, whiz-bang, multimedia CD-ROMs and websites and instead, pull up a good ol' fashioned word processor and make it sing and sparkle with your own words.
Savor the blankness.
Marvel at nothing.
Be swept away by the glorious, wonderful, empty page.
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