Table of Contents
By Julia Cameron
BOOKS IN THE ARTISTS WAY SERIES
The Artists Way
Walking in This World
Finding Water
The Complete Artists Way
The Artists Way Workbook
The Artists Way Every Day
The Artists Way at Work (with Mark Bryan and Catherine Allen)
Inspirations: Meditations from The Artists Way
The Artists Way Morning Pages Journal
The Artists Date Book, illustrated by Elizabeth Cameron
OTHER BOOKS ON CREATIVITY
The Writing Diet
The Right to Write
The Sound of Paper
The Vein of Gold
How to Avoid Making Art (or Anything Else You Enjoy), illustrated by Elizabeth Cameron
Supplies: A Troubleshooting Guide for Creative Difficulties, illustrated by Elizabeth Cameron
The Writers Life: Insights from The Right to Write
Money Drunk, Money Sober: 90 Days to Financial Freedom (with Mark Bryan)
PRAYER BOOKS
Prayers to the Great Creator
Answered Prayers
Heart Steps
Blessings
Transitions
BOOKS ON SPIRITUALITY
Faith and Will
Prayers from a Nonbeliever
Letters to a Young Artist
God Is No Laughing Matter
God Is Dog Spelled Backwards, illustrated by Elizabeth Cameron
MEMOIR
Floor Sample: A Creative Memoir
FICTION
Mozarts Ghost
Popcorn: Hollywood Stories
The Dark Room
PLAYS
Public Lives
The Animal in the Trees
Four Roses
Love in the DMZ
Avalon (a musical)
The Medium at Large (a musical) Magellan (a musical)
POETRY
Prayers for the Little Ones
Prayers to the Nature Spirits
The Quiet Animal
This Earth (also an album with Tim Wheater)
FEATURE FILM
(as writer-director)
Gods Will
To my creative elders
I WOULD LIKE TO BEGIN at the beginning, but I do not know what the beginning is anymore. I am a person at midlife. I am a believer who is trying one more time to believe. That is to say I am caught off guard by life and by feelings of emptiness.
I want there to be more reassurance than I currently feel that we are on the right path. By we I mean God and me. I have been trying consciously to work with God for twenty-five years now, and a great deal has been made of my life that I think has a lot of valuebut I am one more time asking for something to be made of me and it that I myself can hold on to. Me. Personally. Not as some abstract but as a genuine comfort.
I am a writer and a teacherworthy things, but I am not feeling my worth in them right now. I must again come to some relationship to God that will enable me to pursue my career as an outward manifestation of inwardly held values. In other words, what needs mending here is probably not the outward formI suspect that after a great deal of soul-searching I would still come back to being a writer and a teacherbut the inward connection. I must feel I am doing what God would have me do.
To be comforted, I must feel connected to God and that I am acting out of some inner sense of guidance. Guidance is what is missing right now. I feel that I have come so far and suddenly, pfft, God is missing. I know that the phrase for the period I am in is dark night of the soul, but that seems very dramatic for what is essentially a broad daylight problem. It is three oclock on a dreary, gray early autumn day and I do not know where God is.
It seems to me it takes faith to say God is right here. Right now. Right where we are. To do that is to assume that no mistakes have been made. But maybe no mistakes have been made or, if mistakes have been made, they must be able to be unmade. God, merciful God, must be able to incline himself to the exact point, here, where we are crying in the wilderness.
And so, because there is no point in positing God as misplaced, let us assume God is right where God is supposed to be, right where we are. Here. Now. In the midst. If God is right here, then what is my problem?
My problem then comes back to faith. God is here, but I do not believe God is here. I do not believe, but that does not mean I am right. I may very well be blind to God right now. God may be everywhere, all around me, completely involved and infusing all of my affairs and I still might just miss his presence if what is going on is somehow counter to my sense of God or godliness. If I cannot see how and why God is using me as he does, then I stubbornly find myself thinking that there must again be some mistake and I must have lost God somehow. I turned left and God turned right. I went north while God went south.
Ah, but I have not.
God is our milieu, every compass point, our entire universe. God cannot be misplaced. Then it follows that everything is in divine order and that I am exactly where I am supposed to be, feeling exactly what it is I am supposed to be feelingwhich is lost. Why, God, must I feel lost?
There must be some purpose to my feeling lost. If it is Gods will for me to be wandering without a compass, there must be some point to such meanderings. God, where are you? I ask, and in the question there must be some worth because Gods will is not purposeless. God has intentions for us and the one intention that I can see in my current dilemma is that God must want me to grow and to grow toward God. Well, I am trying. I am sending stalks out blindly, like a plant seeking the light and groping upward.
God, where are you, God?
I am right here, I can imagine God answering me, so real I must report it. I am in the very air you breathe. I sit with you at your desk. I look outward with you to regard your vista. I am not lost. I am not missing.
If God is not missing, then why is my sense of God missing? It may be something as simple as absence makes the heart grow fonder and God is growing me a fonder heart. For my own good. I could use a fonder heart. I could enjoy having a heart more fondly open to God and more open to seeing God in all I encounter. Surely, living in New York as I do and encountering great crowds of people as I do, it would be comforting to see the eyes of God looking outward from each face.
Now you are onto something, I can hear God sayingalmost.
If I let myself, I can imagine how God might talk with me, gently, as though trying not to startle a child. Here I am, I can hear God saying to me, not lost at all, just misplaced by you. Why do you need to have such a sense of emergency?
When I have a sense of God, there is no sense of emergency. There is a sense of wonder and calm unfolding. Then I can watch my life as time-lapse photography and see the great good being brought to bear simply because I am practicing enough patience and faith to let God have his way with me. I am cooperating. That is, co-operating.
When I have a sense of God, there is a sense of synchronicity. All things work toward the good, and I am able to see that good when I look with the eyes of faith. But the eyes of faith are blinded right now. I grope in the darkness. Again, I can hear God saying to me, What darkness? I am right beside you. See things in my light.