What does it all mean?
It means whatever we say it means.
Write a narrative that mirrors your essence,
say it with conviction, live it
through your actions;
there is no mistake.
The questions is
will you be asleep or awake
when you create?
You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement. You are here to enrich the world.
If you’re accustomed to struggling,
let’s try something new.
Work with me here.
Imagine the one thing
you really, really want to do
with this one precious human life of yours,
this huge goal, this amazing project
that would leave you feeling blessed
at its completion.
Then, ask yourself,
Does it have to be hard?
Do I have to struggle to get there?
Imagine opening yourself
to the flow of Universal Intelligence
and allowing yourself to blossom
and expand into your heart’s vision.
do the work of getting quiet and still,
going inwards, and immersing yourself
in the flow of the energy that created
all that is.
When you become accustomed
to the feeling of universal connectedness
and you develop the capacity
to stay connected
as you move through daily life,
the way is opened up before you.
It doesn’t have to be hard.
This expansion into greater states of being
is the most natural thing in the world
for you to do,
just as a flower turns its face to the sun
delighted to see clear skies
after having weathered the darkest storm,
and in that state of all encompassing light
easily, naturally, beautifully—
I chose for today
to be a creative day
and then I realized
we are creating every day
whether we like it or not.
If we are caught
in monotonous routines
it might appear
that we’re not creating
and that we are not creative
but the truth is,
we are creating every single day–
creating with our thoughts
and our actions,
creating with our likes and dislikes,
with the things we keep
and the things we throw away.
We are creating
within our relationships,
creating with the stories we tell
and the judgments we believe.
We create with our vision,
our hopes and fears
and in our choices
of what we hold dear.
So the question is no longer
whether or not we are creative,
the question is
What do we want to create,
and how, and where, and why
and when and with whom?
The question is,
Will we create consciously?
The question is,
What will we do
with this one precious life
when we realize
how truly, utterly,
we actually are?
I deviated from the NaPoWriMo prompt today. I was feeling tired (again) from a long, full day, and just didn’t feel like thinking of a sport or a game with which I am adequately familiar and that has a rich enough vocabulary associated with it to create a poem…
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.
Creativity without a goal–
the freedom of this.
To be a child again
able to easily tap into
this endless fount
Watching my daughter
I remember my own childhood
moments of creative bliss.
So grateful to have her here
of what still can be
when I can get out of my way
and simply enjoy this day
of alive, innocent creativity.
Realizing I can simply relax and have fun
without needing to impress anyone,
I observe many faces at a party.
Loud music, drinks sloshing here and there;
am I the only one not drinking?
There is a blank book
and an invitation to write
Aha! Writing! My drug of choice.
Is my sense of relief
at having something to do
some form of avoidance behavior?
I cover a few pages with drawings
and words, glad to be expressing
rather than imbibing.
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.