Into the Lonely
The light is growing warmer with thick oranges and reds. The air is is still with only a thin breeze nudging the crape-myrtle my husband planted our first year of marriage. I let my mind wonder and dip, and I feel the blessing of this time. I am alone.
It’s strange that art–so connecting in nature–tends to emerge from lonely places. But then I think of Jesus and His retreat to such places. Alone, He could rest and talk and breathe apart from all but His Father. We need this time with the Father too, I think. We need to soak in His presence before spilling that presence into whatever form our artists’ hands embrace.
I don’t find these lonely places as much as I’d like. I expect the quiet nooks to present themselves to me–to appear on my planner in scheduled blocks. But I’m realizing I must seek out these times like I would seek any other treasure. There is a quest involved, which is only fitting, really, when you think of how art encourages us all on our quests.
So here is my question, fellow artist: Where and when do you retreat to the lonely?