WHEN or where do you need to be creative?It was a simple question. I tried to answer with specifics, but my fingers hit the keyboard and my thoughts took flight.
Anywhere, everywhere, constantly, always. It’s who I am. It’s what I do. I’m a writer, a teacher, a mother, a person.
That was the only answer that I had. It was the only answer that was true.
How do you feel when you ARE creative?
Even typing that question now, days later, my body relaxes, I feel clear, and I hear myself let out an audible sigh.
Free, intelligent, joyful, part of the fun . . .
Why do I feel so grateful to be asked that question? Why have I never asked myself that question before? The answer was waiting, knew itself, came to life with such exuberance. It danced it’s way onto the page . . .
except when the wrong people are in the room.
Then it froze, like deer in the headlights, frightened of who might see. . . .
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I’ve worried over how people misinterpret me. I’ve studied their inability to “read” the simplest things I am. I’ve wondered about the way that they react badly when I am happy, when I'm playing, when I'm all out being who I really am.
Maybe I’ve just found out why.
Maybe I’ve found out why I feel joyful when I help people solve their problems. Maybe I now know why I feel lighter, freer, safer, me when I can wonder alone walking under the night sky. Maybe I understand a bit more about why “group think” scares me, tires me, and makes me feel like I must contain myself. Surely I now must see the reason I feel anxious when I set myself free with someone who doesn’t know me yet.
Why would the world be afraid of creativity?
Worse yet, why would I ignore my joy?
How did I learn to do that without even knowing that I did?
Imagine that two well asked questions brought me to so many answers.
That is the way with creative thinking, isn't it?
−me strauss Letting me be
7 comments:
people are just afraid of others rocking the boat, but creativity is good otherwise thinks would be so dull and the bookstore would only have Danielle Steele novels
Hi Janus
What a great desciption -- a bookstore filled with Danielle Steele novels! I'm laughing. :) Still I wonder why my boat should scare them. I'm going to have to find some waters. :)
Thank you, Janus. I know you're. I wish that people would know that their boats weren't in danger.
Liz, your post makes me think about how we grow in stages. As we spiral around and around through life, we meet ourselves over and over in deeper places. Each layer of knowledge builds on the previous ones. Lightbulbs go on every now and then, and we understand ourselves and our reality in clearer and sometimes energizing ways.
Through your recent posts it is clear that you are in a time of self-exploration, and your insights and wonders are fodder for my own wonderings. Thank you.
Dawn,
You are a wonder in and of yourself. That you turn my thinking into something so special just by thinking about it.
I love your spiral analogy. I also love how you get me to think even more deeply about what I mean.
Hi Big Roy,
Thanks for coming to see me.
What a thought provoking post.
You have pinpointed one thing that I feel intensly - when I am being creative, be it in the kitchen, the computer, or in my hideaway - I need to be alone - I hate being watched.
When I am finished, I like my meals to be eaten and enjoyed , I appreciate comments on my blog posts, and love it when my cards or photogrpahs are appreciated.
I go into a zone, a very focussed zone, where the slightest distraction disturbs the flow.
And yes for me it is about judgement - and about you should try this or do that ......
Thank you for making me think ....
Hi ms demmie,
I know exactly what you mean. You are welcome.
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