Listening to the Whispers
There are many different Forms to the Essence of Creativity, and my experience is that they like to shift around and surprise us.
I have barely touched my paints and brushes, since I got here.
Yet I have created a home and written a lot.
I feel the call to write and the joy in letting the words flow. I can barely not write, these days.
Just as I couldn’t seem to stop painting, last summer.
Or making pinch pots, the previous winter.
Following the call, the nudge, the urge or the whisper.
Not hardening around “I brought my paints across the border and darn it, I will paint.”
Respecting the cycles.
Even when they ask us to simply sit.
Trusting in the calling of the Joy.
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