Feeding the Artistic Soul

The act of writing, building worlds, forming characters -- that's what feeds my artistic soul more than anything else.  When I get into that zone, into that place, that space.  I feel like my best self, my most confident self there.

But sometimes, like now, there's not much time to write.  But there are still other ways to feed my soul.  Music is probably the best way, for me.  Closing my eyes, letting myself experience music like this:

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Beautiful.

Now, I'm not arrogant enough to believe that only "artists" (writers, musicians, painters, et al) are the ones who get their souls fed through art.  But I have noticed that we seem to....need it more.  That we crave it in our lives:  books, paintings, music.  I have wonderful people in my life who, self-admittedly, never read books.  They never listen to music.  Never enjoy art.  Never.  It doesn't bother them, not to have those things in their lives on a daily basis, even in small form.  Granted, they have other pursuits, other passions.  But "the arts" just isn't one of them.  

Today, I sit here, grateful that even when I can't "create" through writing, I can still transport myself to that other world, through art.  Through music and color and even nature.  That I can watch the last of the autumn leaves dangling from a tree and see the beauty, the art in that.

There should be art, should be beauty, in every single day.