Watching

Elizabeth Gilbert on redefining our discussion of creative capacity:

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html

"Maybe nobody will ever chant God's name again, as he spins, and what is he then to do with the rest of his life? This is hard. This is one of the most painful reconciliations to make in a creative life. But maybe it doesn't have to be quite so full of anguish. If you never happened to believe in the first place that the most extraordinary aspects of your being came from you, but maybe if you just believed they were on loan to you, you know, from some unimaginable source for some exquisite portion of your life, to be passed along when you're finished, to somebody else. If we think about it this way, it starts to change everything."

Could there also be a little bit of a genie, a daemon, in such calculating gifts as spreadsheets? My husband is not a dancer or a writer, but there have really been times when I felt like his spreadsheets indicated a call to Eden like the Gardens of Versailles were meant to be. If you train and endeavor to do something with greatness, it seems like whatever it is, you can climb high enough that all the climbing and all the work you do is borrowed from God, to be returned to His glory.