What is needed on mornings when you sit down to write but have no idea what to write is the simple movement of your hand across the page. Your fingers grip the pen. Up and down, up and down. Right to left and back again moves your hand. This is what writers do first and foremost: they move their pens across the page. Isn’t it true for most of us that we do motions of things over and over and nothing of note emerges, but over time or here and there in the routine movements evidence of the development of something wonderful emerges. The creation of a life, the care of other lives, an idea that changes the world in one of its teeny tiny corners, or helps a child, which indeed is changing the world. Who can know what a life faithful to its routine will affect?
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[Photo: taken of stained glass window, made by the Mosaics Art Shops of Minneapolis, for the Merchant’s Bank in Winona, MN, designed in 1911 by William Purcell and George Elmslie.]