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Gifts are meant to be passed on

Bunny Gifts by T Windling

Today, some thoughts on gifts, the art of giving, and the gift of creativity:

"The artist's gift refines the materials of perception or intuition that have been bestowed upon him; to put it another way, if the artist is gifted, the gift increases in its passage through the self. The artist makes something higher than what he has been given, and this, the finished work, is the third gift, the one offered to the world." - Lewis Hyde (The Gift)

"Creativity is a form of prayer, and the expression of profound gratitude for being alive."
- Ben Okri (A Way of Being Free)

"The artist appeals to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition -- and, therefore, more permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation -- to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, to the solidarity which binds together all humanity -- the dead to the living and the living to the unborn." - Joseph Conrad (Works of Joseph Conrad, Vol. III)

"Everyone has a gift for something, even if it is the gift of being a good friend.” - Marian Anderson  (Written by Herself: Autobiographies of American Women)

"There are souls in this world who have the gift of finding joy everywhere, and leaving it behind them when they go.” -  Frederick William Faber (Kindness)

Bunny Friends by T Windling

On the subject of "art as gift," I highly recommend Lewis Hyde's excellent book The Gift: Creativity & the Artist in the Modern World, as well as Daniel P. Smith's insightful article about Hyde ("What is  Art For?"), published in the New York Times in 2008. Today's post is dedicated to my brother-of-the-heart William Todd-Jones. Happy birthday, Todd!



Love, love, love your gift. Thank you.

Leaving Gifts

What we need to know is sharing,
that package left on the doorstep,
wrapped in brown paper, string-tied,
fingerprints greasy, grass-stained.
We have not left it behind,
but carry it ahead. Imagination
slings it over the shoulder,
humps and thumps it along life's road
till we find ourselves harried, hungry,
homeless, hopeless, and there it is.

What we give away, we get.
What we share, we still have.
What we gift, we receive.
Not science, not arithmetic,
not logic, not faith.
Just a brown paper package.
Just like that.

©2013 Jane Yolen all rights reserved


Wow,Velma, THAT'S emphatic!


And I agree with Velma. YES!!!

one of the good things about living with a muso is how he never holds back with the music, he always gives everything, "naked at the moment of delivery"(*) at every gig otherwise what's the point of making the music? or art? or writing? or whatever the dream thing is that needs to come out? if it hasn't got all your heart and soul in it? No one wants to hear a song that's sung half heartedly or see a painting that has no soul or read a heartless poem! & the cool thing is heart & soul is a renewable resource, the more you give, the more room there is for making more or so I've learned in a long time of making dreams into some kind of art.
(* that quote is from Don DeLillo "Great Jones St" 1973)

Yes, exactly just like that! Thank you Terri and Jane! xoxo

Once again high time to let you know for the ongoing thank-you i feel for you in my heart, and your insightful,uplifting and inspirational offerings,blessings in every way

Such a beautiful and inspiring post!And your art is stunning and magical and full of soulfulness and spirit!

Finally had a chance to read this poem and find in it HUGE joy and truth.

Said so well. I, too, send thanks. Years ago I could not have imagined such a community all around the world with the sage magical powers of one spirited lovely person.

Thanks all.

Sometimes the magic works.


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