Fall is often an intense lyric-writing season for me. Words seems to pour out of me either when I am engaged with the “fire in my belly”, when I experience the beauty of the world, or when I am forcibly slowed down, as in autumn. Frankly, I prefer the first two.
So here we are, autumn and me. And I have had a prolific writing season through the summer so I keep thinking it’s all going to end. It always does eventually. The cares of every day, health, or laziness settle into my bones.
So I am beginning this winter asking myself: what gives me fire in my belly? What ignites me? What will keep that fire burning through the seasons? I want to make this a different winter: a living winter.
So, I am beginning November with a trip to the East Coast. I am REALLY looking forward to this! I will be in New York City (where I have never been), Philadelphia, and possibly Washington DC with a side trip into Virginia. The goal: to be stimulated by spending time with similarly-minded peace & justice faith people, to be vulnerable in sharing my music, and to discover some new things. In a nutshell: to stoke that fire in my belly.
What keeps the fire burning in your belly? And I am not talking sexual attraction here, people. That is way too easy to fall back on. I am talking something deeper and more sustaining.