Category Archives: creative process

Regardless of the Neatness


I want to get creative.
I want to paint
do yoga.
I look around my house.
It’s cluttered, disorganized.
I can’t create with my house like this,
I tell myself.
So I pick up.
Put away.
I look around my house again.
It’s beautiful. Neat. Luminous.
But now I’m so damn tired
I no longer have the energy to create!
Maybe I need to learn how to create
regardless of the neatness of my space.


Relax, Create, Savor…Repeat.


I realized I had been waiting for more time
more confidence
a better mood
a more restful night of sleep
more quiet…
and nothing was getting done.
I realized that if I stopped waiting
and just started something
the rest would follow.
To enjoy my creativity is simple:
I take a deep breath,
pick something up–
a pen
a piece of fabric
some yarn
and I just DO SOMETHING.
And this is all creativity is.
It’s doing something
with the time and the resources
that we have available to us.
As I relaxed my expectations
about what a creative moment
should look like
I was able to become absorbed
in the act of creation itself.
What a beautiful meditation!
The creative process is bigger than my fears
or my beliefs in lack of time, energy or resources.
All I need to do is surrender,
and here again is the flow
I’ve been longing for.
it feels so good to create!
I don’t want to wait anymore;
I want to express what is within me,
what has been wanting to be expressed
for eons.
no one need know or approve of me.
That’s freedom.
My new mantra–
Relax, create, savor…repeat.

Inspiration Enough


I don’t need to be inspired to write.
The story that I need inspiration
keeps me from my inspiration.
All I really need
are open eyes and ears
and heart and mind.
The world provides us
with enough material
for many lifetimes.
The universe, in this moment,
is far richer than we could ever
I stop looking for inspiration,
take a deep breath in,
I let it out.
I am alive.
Realizing this is inspiring enough.

Everyday Creativity


As I start to believe
in the goodness of life,
I experience great wonder
at every little thing that comes my way.
Conversations about possibilities
that raise the hair on my arms,
a feeling of excitement for what can be.
A good cup of coffee I didn’t have to make,
handed to me by one of my family,
looking up at the mountains
and the blue sky,
enjoying a moment to write and to think.
As I let go of my rigid expectations
for how it is all supposed to play out,
there is so much more wiggle room
to enjoy this moment as it is.
And as it dawns on me
that I can seize little moments to be creative,
each day is another chance
to express the best that is within me.
A doodle here, a row of knitting there,
a funny little dance while folding laundry,
singing while I empty the dishwasher,
a poem a day, formless, without rules,
and creativity becomes normal
and essential, like my lifeblood,
like my beating heart, like my breath,
like the air that I breathe–
and I am grateful.

Love & Compassion


I’m enjoying this new app I got, Vanilla Pen…you’ll probably be seeing more posts like these because I find the process of searching for inspiring quotes and then creating posters with them to be therapeutic…a good outlet for the inner artist who so desperately wants to express herself but who doesn’t often find the time to get out the color pencils, water colors paints, brushes, pastels, pens, paper, etc. Mr. iPhone is always right there, however, so I can have the creativity experience without taking the time to assemble all the materials that my other art projects require. 

In Praise of Mistakes


Our mistakes
are our greatest teachers–
so why are we so afraid of making them?
I praise the teacher
who can encourage the making of mistakes,
who can applaud the one who risks and falls,
and who is there to help the pupil to rise,
offering listening ears and open eyes
as reflections are made
on the lessons learned.
This world doesn’t need any more noise.
It needs no more opinions
or advice…
But the expansive space of listening,
the receptive tender heart
that opens even more–
yes this holds the potential
to help and to heal
the hidden wounds that we incurred
when the lines were blurred
and we were told
we needed to be perfect.
And the outstretched hand,
the strength of helping another up,
silently holding what needs to be held,
yes, there is mystery and magic here
as we give ourselves the space
to see the story we absorbed
and embodied
the story we believed was true–
perfection was the aim, the goal.
But let us tell this story no more.
It is time for another story here–
the story of glorious mistakes
and bravely looking foolish,
of risking the pain of vulnerability
to awaken the great
inexhaustible fount of creativity
that one day will save us all.

Perfectionism Pie


Taking just one small step
in the direction of your dreams
makes the next step even easier,
but that first step must be taken.
Coming from someone
who was spoon-fed perfectionism pie
from day one,
watching a father with a great mind
but who rarely got anything done–
I can tell you that the first step
is certainly the hardest.
The fear thoughts
are sticky, gummy, clingy things
that keep you anchored to the spot.
It’s not the right time!
I’ll never get it all right.
I don’t have every single material needed
to complete the project
so I won’t bother beginning it
with what I have.
I know that logic like this
is absurd, really–
but having lived for so long
in that cage of fear
I can vouch for the fact
that it takes a perfectionist
great strength and courage
and faith
to do even the smallest of tasks.
Well, now it’s time
for something completely different–
I’m ready to be more relaxed,
to be okay with mistakes,
to embrace the inevitable imperfections
that make me human.
I took some steps yesterday and today.
I wonder what steps I’ll take tomorrow.
Even if they’re tiny,
I’ll still celebrate them,
because any step taken
will make the next step easier.

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 5: Break Up Some Emily D.


Here’s today’s post from the official NaPoWriMo site.  We’re asked to take a poem by Emily Dickinson, remove the dashes and line breaks, and then rebreak the lines to create something new.  I was intrigued.  Punctuation is so powerful that just a little comma here or a period there will completely change the meaning of a phrase. Okay, so here goes.

Original poem by Emily Dickinson:  After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes
 (found on this site created by The Poetry Foundation )

After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?
The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
And now this is how I broke the lines after squishing it all together as one block of prose:
After great pain, a formal.
Feeling comes.
The nerves sit ceremonious like,
The stiff heart questions.
Was it He?
That bore!
And yesterday or centuries before,
the feet.
Mechanical, go round a wooden way of ground.
Or air or ought…
Grown a quartz contentment,
like a stone, this is the hour.
Of lead remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the first.
Then stupor.
Then the letting.

Spring Awakening


Let us follow the journey of a seed

going from the depth of winter, hibernation,
and beginning to feel the call to awakening.
The wisdom of a humble seed,
with the perfect amount of concentrated energy to sustain
its life force until the time is right for expansion,
the patience and trust needed, waiting for the emergence,
the proper time and conditions for potential to awaken–
absorbing moisture from the earth,
the seed swells, grows larger,
energies are activated from within,
the shell cracks, and the tiny sprout
The small, subtle beginnings of growth,
tiny roots drawing in nutrients, patiently, patiently
gathering the ability to rise up and move through its dark surroundings
Earth, groundedness, intention
stability, fertility, potential, nourishment, support, connectedness
touched by the warming sun,
coaxing those who were hiding to emerge
Awakening seeds, identifying desires,
giving energy to them, exploring them
 the roots continue to grow down,
the shoot begins to grow upwards
breaking through the old limitations
maybe the soil is thick and dense
and it takes persistence to reach the light,
but keep going, it is there
patience is needed
trust in the process
the sprout is growing,
hold the intentions
recognizing the importance of
foundation, stability
Always growing toward the light
and keeping roots strongly planted in the earth
to sustain the changes in weather
with patience, containment,
in perfect timing
and then the joy of finding the warmth, the expansion,
the urge to grow, to be even more alive
and then the receiving and the celebration of the light
that awakens the potential for upward growth
and remembering that the equinox is about balancing
the dualities
of night and day
cool and hot
female and male,
even as we salute the sun father
we also invoke the moon mother
slowing down, taking time to rest
so that the next day we have energy
for more growth and expansion
soaring to the light
meeting challenges with a clear and balanced mind
and when sensing that energy has been spent,
the natural thing to do is rest, be still, recuperate, gather more energy
reflect on the experience, the meaning that we assign to it
and choose what to keep and what to change the next time around.
root your head in the earth
let the heart’s wisdom flow into the head
as rain pours into the ground
and knowing that sometimes it’s necessary to let go of something old before we can welcome the new,
to spring clean so that we have space
for all of our new seeds to burst forth,
we willingly release patterns of thought and behavior
that we no longer need
in order to make space in our bodyminds
for what is to come.
emerging out of the state of letting go,
the emptiness might feel unfamiliar,
Allowing ourselves to be with those feelings,
to face them,
empowers us to shift and transform.
In that place of clarity, seeing growth opportunities as gifts, exploring edges of familiarity, of safety zones with deliberation
and perhaps learning how to step
a little further beyond the edge
while still respecting where the bodymind is today
Taking moments to integrate experiences
through stillness and rest
And then emerging from the personal experience
to share what you have learned with the world around you,
Each flower contributes to the beauty of the garden.
Share your joy, resonate with this vibration, the seeds of intention grow more swiftly in the warmth and light of your awareness.