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Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man.  It happens to nearly everyone.  You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite.  It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms.  The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet.  Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn;  it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes.  A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber.  The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale.  And then – the glory – so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes.

Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished.  And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories.  It is a lonely thing but it  relates us to the world.  It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.

John Steinbeck  East of Eden

Tom, the third son, was most like his father.  He was born in fury and he lived in lightning.  Tom came headlong into life.  He was a giant in joy and enthusiasms.  He didn’t discover the world and its people, he created them.  When he read his father’s books, he was the first.  He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.  His mind plunged like a colt in a happy pasture, and when later the world put up fences he plunged against the wire, and when the final stockade surrounded him, he plunged right through it and out.  And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow, so that when his dog died the world ended.

John Steinbeck East of Eden

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What passages!  What more can I say?  These are the things I want to say and Steinbeck just says them so perfectly.  These are my deepest inclinations.  I have immersed myself in making, loosing doubts and fears in the act of creating.  No direct goals, no real intent, just the act of pushing something inside me to the outside.

Ready to fill up again no doubt!

 

 

About jillybeanyarns

Artist, maker, creative mess-maker. Expert in complications and chaos. #livingwithcancer

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