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What I Claimed I Couldn’t Do

Me in Budapest Imagining the Can-dos

I posted this on Facebook a month ago:

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist when we grow up.” ~ Pablo Picasso.  “Oh, I’m not an artist.” My husband and I get this response from adults a lot when we explain what we do. I write and he sculpts. It’s frustrating to hear people give up on themselves without even trying. How will you embrace the creative life in 2012?

A few weeks ago I heard myself say, “Oh, I can’t sing.”

So, I participated in a community centered singing group last night, going confidently in the direction of my resistance, my lie.

There was a nametag waiting for me at the check-in table as though someone had tipped off my muse, the creative source I had recently denied.  In all, 20-25 people showed up.  I imagined them all to be accomplished singers with melodious tones that taunt the angels.  I sang anyhow.

I threw myself into the folk songs, sang harmony and something called soprano.  My body and voice danced and mingled with others in the room.  By the end of the night, I was hoarse and nobody had arrested me for the sounds that made their way through my chapped lips.  You see, I can sing, I’m just not very good at it.  My melodious tones taunt the laughing hyenas, but I make the noise anyhow.

Don’t speak the creative lie of I can’t, I’m not – defy it.  Your soul wants release through whatever creative means you least want to express.  How will you embrace the creative life in 2012?


A Conduit for Creativity

"Lacey" by Kelly Ludeking

Creativity is not aberrant, not dramatic, not dangerous.  If anything, it is the pent-up energy of not using our creativity that feels that way.”  Julia Cameron, The Sound of Paper.

We all have a creative streak within us.  Whether you paint, knit, sculpt, train animals, teach, raise kids or look at life through the viewfinder of your camera, we all have something that presses us, keeps us awake at night or makes us edgy because we choose to ignore it.  Julia Cameron continues with her experience of creativity:

Composers more than writers tend to acknowledge that music comes to them from a higher source of inspiration, that they are the gateways and not the source.  The ego may rankle at first, but how much better to be the gateway for a large and mysterious something than the owner and guardian of a small and limited something, my “share” of creativity.  I like knowing that there is something larger than myself, larger than all of us, that moves into the world when we are accessible to it as a conduit.  I like knowing that my art is in a sense none of my business, not “my” art at all.

At first this statement appears to take the pressure of creativity off:  “It’s not really me anyhow.  When they want to use me, they will contact me.”  But this is not the case at all.  You must show up everyday at your creative threshold and cross it.  Sit at the blank canvas or page, stand before the clump of wax or clay, put your fingers to the ivory keys.  And begin.  This is when they show up.  You must be the available conduit for what wants to come through you.  Do you accept?

How are you available to creativity today?