The Business of Thanksgiving

I'm thankful for creative inspiration.  Some days I sit down to work and nothing comes together.  Any creativity is elusive and seems to be planted deep in heavy sand--irretrievable.  Nothing works; nothing looks right and I have to walk away before the tension of frustration finds its way into my pen grip.

But then there are those days when multitudinous ideas seem to elbow each other to the front of the line, where one idea leads to another and the work is fluid and nearly effortless.

Most days fall somewhere in between.  And that's life, isn't it?  It would be hard to live with endless frustration; it would be so easy to just give up.  I think it would be equally hard to live with ideas popping constantly; who has time to follow all those tempting ideas?

There's a time for everything. . . a time for inspiration and a time for struggle. . .

To everything there is a season,

      A time for every purpose under heaven:
        A time to be born,
And a time to die;
      A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
        A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
      A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
        A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
      A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
        A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
      A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
        A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
      A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
       ⁷ A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
      A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
        A time to love,
And a time to hate;
      A time of war,
And a time of peace.