Create – Imperfect Prose

For two years now, off and on I have participated in the Imperfect Prose community. When I lived in Darfur, Imperfect Prose was my church. The work week in Sudan would end late Thursday afternoon and between close of business and the beginning our guesthouse movienight which started at 9:00 curfew, I would pore through the posts of other Imperfect Prosers, reading their meditations, taking spiritual lessons, sharing in faith with them.

When I left Sudan, my travel schedule and busy Thursdays took over. Plus, for the first time in years, I had access to real flesh and blood friends within a reasonable distance (even if that reasonable distance was a 4-hour plane ride, that was much better than the multiple flights and overnights and the government permissions required to visit a friend from Darfur). I reveled in this newfound rediscovery of, well, my life, and dropped out of Imperfect Prose.

A year and a half later, I am finally settled in to living somewhere. I finally have something that very vaguely resembles a routine. I have a church community and a combination of Flesh-and-Blood, Skype and Facebook friends. And I’ve decreased my work load to the bare minimum needed to support myself, because I want time to create.

At first, I couldn’t create. I was way too busy absorbing the creativity of others, mindlessly watching life go by, sleeping, and catching up on my friends’ news. I discovered that my friends’ lives had moved forward while mine was paused to accommodate for several years of global adventure. I had to take in all the creation (mostly of babies and engagement rings) that had happened in my absence.

But during the past few months, I have begun to create again (check out my current project: ebook of my novel Dreams in the Medina!) And in the process of creating, I have found myself drawn back to the Imperfect Prose community. It’s a community that is wildly diverse, with people from all genders and nationalities and professions posting, from around the world. But most of Imperfect Prose lives a life very different from mine. Most Imperfect Prosers are mothers of young children, most live in the U.S. or Canada, most have much deeper spiritual meditations than I could ever come up with.

So I suppose it is appropriate to see that this week we’ve been given a prompt for Imperfect Prose, and that prompt is “create”, because it is in the presence of people who are different from me that I create. It is in your creation that I am rediscovering my core. And it is the shared venture of creating something that brings us together.

A deep thank you to my dear friend from my early CulturTwining years, way back in Lebanon, Emily, for creating community!

Just a photo for fun... random creativeness, I like to think. My first time (and only, now that I think about it!) skiing was in Lebanon in 2003.

Just a photo for fun… random creativeness, I like to think. My first time (and only, now that I think about it!) skiing was in Lebanon in 2003.

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