What is important for friends to know about me?

I have an overbearing sense of responsibility toward others. I enjoy honest and meaningful connection where noble values prevail.  I learn most from those who are honest about their struggles. I find myself needing solitude in order to appreciate the company I keep. I am selective when it comes to showing my playful and humorous side. I need a high level of independence in a relationship.  I am open to new experiences when I don’t feel rushed or pressured.  If I don’t have my own space to retreat to and recharge, I get fatigued and irritable.

As far as my temperament goes, it is artistic and colors the way I see the world. I seek beauty in the commonplace. I align creativity to my spiritual calling.  It’s a side of me few take time to get to know.  I seek substance over style. I shun doing things in a run-of-the-mill way. 

I am called to attend to what is invisible to most, in a culture that has little or no understanding of the calling to spiritual and creative attunement.  My faith can be summed up in the Incarnation.  God descended to earth to show us humility, grace, servanthood and serendipitous wisdom. The teaching and challenges I have received for the past years at church have been lightweight and repetitive: so I have been searching greater depth to the Christian life.

Having a low threshold for sensory stimulation, I want to develop greater coping strategies. I have an aversion to loudness, triteness, small talk and ready-made scripts.

I admire literary authors and how they delve the subterranean currents of the human heart.  I never tire exploring the forgotten world of classic literature. I am skeptical when it comes to convention, the media and consumerism. Writing (as well as Classic Literature) is intimately connected to my spiritual walk. Since my youth, it has been a way of exploring my faith and personal growth. I admire how authors view life through an inner lens. I enjoy reading classic literature over contemporary appreciating how authors infuse feeling into words, creating word pictures through the five senses.

Imagination is an invisible friend you can believe in.  ~ vincenzo ©

In today’s mad-rushed materialistic world, life can be a dreary desert lacking imagination and soulful reflection. Emotional upheaval or boredom can cloud and dominate the center core of their being. Friendships, media, school and even family life can form a dissonant chorus of cynical voices. Nevertheless, we  respond to motivational stories and the lessons they inspire.

We may or may not remember the name of that someone, the exact words of this or that chapter. What we remember, is the unforgettable effect it has upon our heart today. It is the seed well planted in spite of the adversity and disappointments.

In the hurry of daily living we can feel profoundly disconnected. And yet, despite many years of wanting, a creative cell can burst forth into new life. We begin discovering the joy of reading or perhaps artistic expression. It all starts with a spark of inspiration. What the artist/writer instinctively sense is how every source of inspiration is intimately connected with love.

~ vincenzo

‘There is a moment, before I sit down to work, that I feel a very keen sense of empathy. It is from this, almost heartbreaking, point that words begin to flow.’ ~ Gabriela Blandy

The beauty of creative writing is seen in its power to awaken imagination, emotion and pathos – facets normally kept in check. Literature animates the soul in ways that often pales real time interaction, where social constraints require you and me to wear a mask. Sometimes those constraints are so prevalent we fail to relax even when we want to.

If you get a chance watch the movie, “Chocolat” with Juliette Binoche and Johnny Depp. It is not most brilliant film however, one scene calls my attention. It involves the protagonists taking each other in their arms to dance for the first time. Feeling the awkwardness of these initial steps toward intimacy, the woman (Juliette) begins to say something in order to soften her discomfort while her partner (Johnny) gently intercepts her words. He motions her to keep quiet by calmly lifting his hand to her lips exhaling a soft “shhhh”. The gesture may be fleeting, the subtext everlasting.

Silence is the forgotten realm, yet it is often the prerequisite to enjoying the present moment. As necessary as words may appear, sometimes they get in the way. ~ vincenzo ©