Creating is so messy and so fun. It is full of ups and downs, exhilaration and exhaustion. Ideas come from out of the blue and they are either nurtured into fruition or flushed down the toilet of doubt and disillusionment.
The creative process demands humility and resilience. Courage to be bold and strength in the face of limitation, self or other imposed.
Being creative asks me to stretch, to unfold, to allow, to confront.
Are my ideas too vague, too cliché, too honest, too overdone?
Where will this iteration lead me? What if I don’t follow it? What if I do? What if they (you!) laugh at me? What if they don’t understand? Why do I care so much?
the white crane flies so high for herself only soaring above she knows the great heights are her home she sees what others cannot she laughs with the sun
The creation will come forward whether I want it to, or not. The question is whether or not it will be through my vessel or another. The question is not if or what or why, but when and who and where.
Me? Here? Now?
You? There? Then?
It don’t matter. In the end, nuthin’ matters anyhow, they say.
Just let it out! Let out the idea, give it wings, feed and water it regularly. Watch it grow, like a child. Let it surprise you. Let your worries go. Watch it fly. Watch it soar.
Create!