As I walked around the spa boutique, restocking on favorite products, looking for current sales, and eyeballing newly featured items, I stumbled upon a simple hardbound book. There was nothing fancy about it, in fact the cover reminded me of a brown paper bag. But an orange thought bubble graced the cover with the words “THE NEXT BIG THING.” floating inside of it. Curious, I opened the cover only to find endless blank unruled pages on the inside. One could imagine it to be a mystical book, like those in the fairy tales and movies where the book once contained pages of lost sacred text, secret memoirs, or magic spells that suddenly vanish or become invisible until the truth-seeker finds a way to decode the mysteries that lie within. As I looked beyond the canvas of white, I noticed each right-sided page contained a vertical quote in the far right margin. I guessed it must be of some famous philosopher, artist, or great mind, to inspire or motivate you as you filled the pages with “the next big thing”. I closed the cover back and assured myself I didn’t need a book of blank pages. After all, with the latest and greatest technology that’s out there, and my own recent purchase of a hybrid laptop/tablet machine, I could just swype, type, touch, and digitize all my thoughts into this virtual notebook…. right? With the right software and a digitizer pen, I could simulate pen to paper, have unlimited blank pages, an organized virtual notebook of thoughts, and immediate access to the internet for research, and social media for thought sharing, all at the same time….right?
I opened the book again, and instantly a wave of creative thoughts filled my mind on things I wanted to write on those pages. Ideas that could never catch a virus, accidently get erased, or be the victim of a hacker or unwanted advertisements. Blank pages that would always be there for me… faster than your fastest upload, data connection, or any other technical specification. This book and these pages would stay fully charged indefinitely…using only the power emitting from my own being to remain alive.
The book spoke to me, no it didn’t talk, it didn’t have to say a word, but my creative soul heard the inaudible whispers and understood perfectly. Don’t get me wrong, I love technology as much as the next person. and actually consider myself fairly “tech-savvy”, but in less than 2 minutes, standing in a spa boutique, I reflected on the origins of all my poetry, unique ideas, aha-moments, reflections, goals, plans, and manifestations that have graced countless once blank pages throughout my lifetime. My creative soul has shined on the back of napkins, colored post-it notes, inside spiral notebooks, or within the margins of recycled printer paper. My creative soul speaks through the pen to the paper. Like a foreign or alien language, incoherent and incomprehensible to one who gazes upon it, yet a crystal clear translation to the intended receiver. It was my medium, my tool, my safe and unfailing place to serve as my landing pad before launching into a full-scale digital execution. It needed me and I needed it.
I picked up the book, carefully tucked it under my arm as I repositioned the other products I was holding in my hand, and headed to the register. My creative soul was ready for the NEXT BIG THING.
India K. Robinson