The terrifying little two year old inside has her hands on her hips saying, “You can’t make me! Humf!”
I’m discovering that my creative process is like a dance itself.
This morning’s dialogue…
[Creative self] Will you tango with me?
[Me] Nah, you’re ugly to me today. And besides, I don’t know squat about the tango.
[CS] Okay, then will you boogie to some hip hop with me?
[Me] That’s enticing, but the hip hop moves of a 56 yo and creating are two different things.
[CS] Are they?
[Me] I’m eating breakfast. I’m not going to put that music on now. You know it’ll get me going.
Reluctantly, I put on some music and dancing starts to happen…
[Me] So I boogied, now what?
[CS] You’re feeling a block, but it’s not there.
[Me] How’s that?
[CS] What you’re perceiving as a block is simply an invitation. Dive in. It’s juicy down there.
[Me] An invitation, eh? Okay, let’s see…
I’m off now on a journey of discovery today. I’ll keep you posted on what’s “down there” in the creative abyss.
What’s in your creative wallet? 😉
P.S. I chose this silly selfie of my daughter and me for this post because A) she’s an amazing, prolific creative being and B) a while back she shared that there are never mistakes with her paintings or drawings. When she makes a brush stroke she didn’t intend, she takes it as a sign that something else is coming through. How freeing and wonderful! Love her!