The Great Divide

What is it about some of us that divides the dreamers from the dead? Passion.  

The passion of possibility and its promise. A man might say “But I have no gift – no creative pulse” and this is untrue. Creativity as the word is used here, is the interpretation of artistic elements manifested as music, drama, visual arts, literature and dance. Such freedom does this allow, that the measure of these are insurmountable.

There is not one single work of art that has not been inspiring to one person alone – even if only to the artist. This is the purpose of the gift – to inspire, provoke and cultivate thought and culture in ourselves and the world around us. To attain the intangible to which no price can be fixed.  

I believe it is for this feeling we search, as we plow through the post secondary schedules and career websites. Searching for that thing  that feeling – hoping we come across it in the name of a job title or degree program. A feeling that seldom vanishes once the process has begun – the reality has set in – indiscreet and final.  Friends, the gift is in all of us –however stunted or untouched. The unmentioned paths never taken – so many experiences waiting to be wanted by us.

A talk with a stranger becomes a counseling lesson. One day volunteered at a homeless shelter. Running ones fingers across the neighbour’s piano to hear the sound. A book of monies and/or stamps collected from all over the world. A lemonaid stand for the neighbourhood children. A trip to the skating rink. A new pair of goggles. A ticket to Ghana. An impromptu lunch at a Napali restaurant. A Somalian bridal shower attendance. A poem. A film. A prayer for a friend.   

Denise