Saturday, June 24, 2006

The First Idea


I wonder what it was like on that very first day, when darkness gave way to light, when someone said, “Let there be . . . ,” and there was. Did it work like it does for me? Were there feelings first, little glimmers and small echoes that had meaning, but no words, no way, no daylight to explain them? Did they waft on chords delightful and mysterious or weigh in on thoughts that shrugged with eternal weight and chains?

My idea feelings turn to translucent colors and if I wait with patience long enough I’ll finally find a way to say them. Is that how it happened on that first day? Is that how the first sound came into being? Was it a moment born of patience from translucent colors?

Some ideas come to me pristine and pure, served up genuine, creative filled with generosity, joy, complete and whole. Maybe that’s the way it was. Nothing . . . And then, there it was . . . artful, awesome, astonishing, love expressed in every sense − seeing, tasting, smelling, touching, hearing, hearing the sounds of heaven, as if the air were made of them, as if I could taste every one.

I think about this often. Creation is a such a vibrant, breathtaking idea. It's mathematical, artful, poetic, elegant, childlike, human, strong, and loving−everything I've ever cared about, joined together to look simple.

I can’t help but wonder what it was like on the day when the first idea was being born.
Somehow I know everyone of us was part of it.
I can feel it in my bones. I can see it the sky and in the stars.

And all that I can think to say is "thank you,"

to everyone I know.
−me strauss Letting me be

12 comments:

Mama Mouse said...

What lovely thoughts to end the day on Liz. The idea of thoughts as bits of color, coming in wisps and growing to full grown glory is magnificent. Thank you for such a beautiful picture to go to sleep on.

Betty said...

You possess the gift of profundity, I'd say. I admire such thoughts. When I was a child, with a mind less cluttered, I used to think this way. Once I even seemed to leave my body during my thinking spree, and had trouble coming back. Maybe that was when I stopped.

Hugs,
Betty

ME Strauss said...

God morning Mama!
That was easy.It's the way my ideas come to me. That's the best way I can explain it anyway. YeaH I'm a right brain thinker, if there ever was one.

ME Strauss said...

Oh Betty
How great it is to see you. I bet you did such fantastic things too. You do such wonderful things now. I don't think you've lost a bit of you magic.

Deek Deekster said...

you're also a left-brain thinker, or you'd never be organised enough to blog!!

ME Strauss said...

Hi Deek,
Great to see you. Yeah, you can't make it through an American school without picking up those left brain skills. So I guess I go the best of both worlds :)

How quick of you to note that.

Great you see you. Hope all is well!

Robert Bruce said...

Liz, you're really getting at something indescribable here... I might have to steal your ideas about ideas. Wish I could drag it out like you do.

I come from a place of not knowing a damn thing. No idea where it comes from and I'm afraid if I monkey with it too much, she might walk away.

You've elegantly wrestled with this today.

Thanks.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Robert,
As I told you, you were on my mind when I wrote this. Feel welcome to any part of it. I would love to read the poetry that you make from it. I love your work and your ideas.

Chris Cree said...

Very well said, Liz. That ability to create something new is part of the spark of the divine in all of us.

The difference is in our inability to create something from nothing.

We can take letters and words and form them into a story or an idea. He took the vast empty nothingness and created light with all its shades and colors just by giving voice to the idea.

We take something and make it into something different. He took nothing and made it into something…

ME Strauss said...

Yeah, Chris,
It is a big difference and yet it is a connection at the same time. Incredible.

garnet david said...

This is really beautiful. Classic ME Liz! What more can I say?

ME Strauss said...

David,
You are classic. My eyes tear to see you. You are the embodiment of a wonderful idea. I hope that the syphony is turning out to be everything that you hope for. Thank you so much for coming by this little place by the while oak tree.