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Monday, January 21, 2013


There is a land not too far from where you sit right now.

Its velvet grasses miss the press of your feet. The billowing clouds strain to see your body walk slowly up the rising hill.

The fragrant winds blow through the lonely tree branches, whispering your name as they seek some trace of you.

It is where the magic lives.

That realm is lonely, wondering where you have been.

Where have you and I been?

We have been caught up in the drudgery that writing has become. Burdened by life's duties and our own doubts, we have lost our way.

We have lost the magic.

Did we lose it straining for that first perfect sentence in our new novel? Looking at the blank, impatient computer monitor did we forget the simple wonder of just writing the first simple sentence that occurred to us?

That creative power which bubbles so tingly at the beginning of our book quiets down after a time. The journey becomes slower and slower, the inertia of doubt steadily dragging our steps.

Do we continue doggedly on or do we stop to refresh ourselves?

The answer to that question determines whether we find our way back to the magic or not.

How do we refresh ourselves on a long wilderness walk? We stop by a stream and drink.

Drink of those poets and writers who sparked that love of the written word spoken in the lonely heart of the reader.

As a hiker takes shade under the canopy of a huge oak, listen to the music of those artists who stirred you to imagine images that you just had to write and make live in your own way.

Then, you shall write as a child writes ... not thinking of a result but thinking in terms of discovery as if you were hiking once again where the magic lives.

{Hibbs, the bear with two shadows, lives there as well.  Visit him sometime.}***


  1. A post that reminds us to look for the magic. Thanks, Roland. Will Hibbs be our guide? I've just begun to read his story.

  2. Alex:
    We all need to rest in a shady glade of refreshment uplifted by the breeze of our first yearning to spin tales into the darkness.

    I'm glad this post helped a bit.

    If you watch the vid, you will see The Turquoise Woman and Elu.

    If you close your eyes and look into the forest of your heart's yearnings, you will see Hibbs smiling back at you.

    I hope you enjoy his adventures. Let me know if you do. :-)

  3. Magical, spiritual and something to keep in mind when life crowds in on us. A good reminder to look at the world through the wonder of a child's eyes. Beautiful pictures, you see more every time you watch the video.

  4. Sally:
    Susan Seddon Boulet's talent was amazing. When she died in 1997, a little magic went with her that day, but she left us some magic to remember her by.

    I pray each day to keep that child-like wonder and awe which made my childhood magical. Thank you so much for appreciating my attempt to bring magic back to the life of my friends like you. :-) Roland

  5. Wonderful post, Roland. You just reminded me how much I miss just sitting down and writing. I can't wait to return to some form of "normal".

  6. Roland this was awesome. It stirs the aspiring writer in me :)

  7. Wendy:
    I pray that soon you can get back to writing without pain! Thanks for the kind words!

    Optimistic Existentialist:
    I'm glad my post added a bit of magic to your day. :-)

  8. ...loved it, Roland. That's just what I needed to stoke the fire ;)


  9. Elliot:
    That makes me very happy that I could help in some small way! :-)