Someone told me I would like chapter 7 of Thomas Moore’s book A Religion of One’s Own and I do. Chapter title is “Art as a Spiritual Path.”
My wife chides me often for using the word “thing” so you can imagine that a section called “The ‘Dream’ Thing” would have appeal. Moore writes, “Everyone has a ‘dream thing’ to bring to life and work: an active imagination, an openness to inspiration, and the ability to unveil the invisible spiritual realm to be revealed…Many people have the potential but not the awareness to waken their ‘dream thing,’ their own sacred imagination, to resurrect themselves and their world.”
For me I am not yet sure if writing is my dream thing or if it is the writing that awakens my dream thing. When I write I like to say I feel strongly connected to life. So much so that I am epidemically disconnecting from what I once thought were undisputed connections.
Nursing home visits are a connecting event. I like to listen to other’s stories, but lately my own story is crowing louder. I once prioritized who I saw by the connection it had to my home base of ministry. For me that meant the ones I was paid to do. Soon though I was doing all kinds of things unpaid. It became a family joke. “I suppose you don’t get paid for this either.”
Writers know this full well, but things have changed. Pay has become more important to me in writing and ministry, but it is not the money of which I speak, but about producing and affirming the ‘dream thing.’
My dream thing now has purpose outside myself. Therefore, it requires an audience. This blog, books I write and promote, and things yet to be determined. They all feel as if they are sacraments of determining what is sacred to me.