|If the title didn't catch my eye, the sweet little watercolor on the cover would surely grab my attention.|
In this deep and insightful book, L'Engle writes of her creativity, her need for self-expression and the struggles she endured waiting for someone to accept her writing -her art- and publish it. She discusses feeling like her need to write might not be valid if someone wasn't paying her for what she created. This has been particularly thought-provoking to me lately.
"I don't know what I'm like. I get glimpses of myself in other people's eyes. I try to be careful whom I use as a mirror: my husband; my children; my mother; the friends of my right hand. If I do something which disappoints them I can easily read it in their response. They mirror their pleasure or approval, too. But we aren't always careful of our mirrors. I'm not. I wasn't making money and therefore in the eyes of many people around me I had no business to spend hours everyday at the typewriter. I felt a failure not only because my books weren't being published but because I couldn't emulate our neighboring New England housewives. I was looking in the wrong mirrors. I still do and far too often. I've looked for an image in someone else's mirror, and so have avoided seeing myself." Madeline L'EngleI've realized I have a basic need to create most of my life and believe the old saying, "I paint because I must." However, lately I have not been sure that is enough reason to spend so much of myself on it. As I've re-read "Quiet," L'eagle has helped me begin to see myself more clearly. Again. Sometimes we people things get lost in our lives, especially me. Not often, but it does happen and when it does, there, on my shelf, sit my books. Old friends who come to my rescue, who can be relied on to help me get my perspective back.
Thanks for stopping by! Alice