The Desire to Write

The plaque outside the professor’s office caught my eye.  The desire to write grows with writing.  It had no author listed so I did what I do when I want to know anything and looked it up on the Internet.  It was a quote from Erasmus*.

I suppose one could substitute any action words into the phrase.  The desire to exercise grows with exercising.  The desire to clean house grows with cleaning house. The desire to worship grows with worshiping.

I recently joined a Pilates class, a form of exercise in which you develop the muscles in your abdomen in order to control your body movement and protect your back. It is similar to yoga and involves a large inflatable ball, a floor mat, weights and a resistance exercise band that looks like a spider.  This is an anomaly for me.  I am normally so sedentary that I classify myself as “all white meat”—the part of the chicken that gets no exercise. In the beginning when asked how I liked the class, I quickly replied, “I hate it.  Every muscle in my body aches and it literally makes me sick to my stomach….yah duh, yah duh, yah duh.  But I paid for it and by golly I’m going to finish what I started.”   Now, three weeks into it, I am beginning to look forward to the time with the precious tiny instructor and the other ladies who creak and moan as much as I.

Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37: 4 NIV

(* Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus, known as Erasmus of Rotterdam, was a Dutch Renaissance humanist, Catholic priest, social critic, teacher, and theologian. Erasmus was a classical scholar who wrote in a pure Latin style. He was born in 1466.)


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One response to “The Desire to Write

  1. I love your comment about “all white meat.”
    I didn’t realize that you could hear my Pilates moans. I thought I was moaning and groaning in whispers.
    Glad you are in there with me. It helps to have company through the pain.

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