*Beginning in 2010, I started writing a bi-weekly column, “From Richard’s Oft Cluttered Desk” which appears every other Wednesday.
Over Christmas last year I was staying at my best friend’s house with he and his family. It is always fun to be at their house as they always have something going on. They are playing games, eating, having wine or watching movies. I’ve spent many-a-late nights there watching movies.
Last Christmas we were hanging out in the middle of the day and we caught the end of August Rush, a great movie from what I saw. Today while relaxing, I caught the full-feature of August Rush. And I must say, it is a well made movie. I could listen to “August” play that guitar all day long. If only I’d been that talented when I picked up the guitar for the first time. For your information, it was a disaster.
But the movie itself had a great message. Yeah, it was about music and love and passions, but the line at the beginning and the end of the film has sat with me: “The music is all around us, all you have to do is listen.”
I think it is the same with any art. Artists get lost in their craft. Whether it is music, painting, writing, wood working; it is home, no matter what it is.
When I’m down or lost, confused or excited, I can always turn to my words. I have kept a journal off and on since 1993 and for the last three years, I’ve kept a public one here. I still do keep a private one. Sometimes I write a poem. Sometimes I just write. I write about my day, my fears, my triumphs and my unlimited stories of failures. It is m home. I speak and I write.
There was a day where the only place in the world I felt at home was a tennis court, but then I got hurt. I lost my passion for it. I will soon be returning, which I couldn’t be more excited about it. Your passions always find you. They never leave. I’m happy to be going to back to tennis. Even with my back injury, my words will never leave me. It is my home. All you have to do … is listen.