I want to get creative.
I want to paint
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.
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.
I realized I had been waiting for more time
a better mood
a more restful night of sleep
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 piece of fabric
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
no one need know or approve of me.
My new mantra–
Relax, create, savor…repeat.
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.
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.
At a loss…
for a vision.
It must be time
to go to bed.
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.
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
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
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.