Hello Pinkies. Joy here. I’ve been having lots of thoughts around creativity lately. I’ve been consumed with a deep and inexplicable desire to express myself … not just in writing (as I have my whole life), but in new ways that feel far more powerful … and a little scary.
The stirring of ideas
It started a couple of weeks ago, when I attended a retreat at Mount Madonna in Santa Cruz, CA, with the poet/author David Whyte. In his talks, David challenged us to find what he calls the “central conversation” of our lives. What is it we’re here to do? How can we address the challenges that stand in the way of fully living that conversation? How can we remain present to the joys and difficulties of being so very alive? How can we stay in fierce pursuit of that which we’re here to do?
Tough questions, and even tougher answers. As I pondered them, what kept coming up for me again and again were the words, “Create” and “Express.” Not in ways I am used to, though. I have always created peace and harmony and friendship and convenience and beauty. But my charge now, I felt – strongly felt – is to literally create. Poetry. Stories. Sculpture. Color. To use MY voice and hands to interpret both life around me and the truths I receive by way of the universe through honest-to-goodness, actual ART.
Yes. That’s it.
The truth resonated in me so deeply as the next step to take in my life, it moved me to tears. It also petrified me. Because, though I minored in art in college and have dabbled a bit here and there, this is new territory. I have to make room in my life for this, in the scale on which it’s wanting to be realized. I need to set aside time in my life and space in my home. I need to get messy. It’s going to involve utter frustration and a whole lot of reluctance. I’m going to churn out a whole bunch of ugly shit for every one piece that I feel halfway good about.
It’s going to be hard.
But it’s okay … I think I’m ready for hard. I want to see, experience, and express truth. Truth isn’t always sunshine and dandelions. It’s a range of ideas, emotion, experience. It’s strife and joy. It’s pain and healing. I want to converse with the whole picture. This is the only way I know to do it.
I have intentions for a couple of things to rock this creative boulder off its place atop the mountain and start it rolling down the hill.
So Pinkies, what does the world need to hear from you? How do you keep the channel open to all that has yet to be brought forth into the world? What form does your creativity take? What might be holding you back from exploding your work upon the world? How can we help you own it?
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