Not-writing begets not-writing. The less I write, the less I have to write about. Writing begets writing. The more I write, the more I have to write about. At least, this this true for me. My creative process requires continuity. This is true for me whether it be writing, photography, or painting. Now that I’m thinking about it, this is true for me spiritually too. Is spirituality creativity? Are they synonymous? If not precisely, then they are closely related.
Today, I grabbed my camera as I walked out the door to go pick up Amira. The sun was already slipping toward the horizon, so I wasn’t certain there would be proper light to capture anything of merit. I ended up taking 20 shots and I’m liking about 12 of them. That’s not a bad ratio. And, this one, I really liked this one. The grass was back lit by the gorgeous golden-orange light of the setting sun. It was so, so worth that impulsive snatch of the camera on my way out the door. It was worth to me just for this one photo. It makes me happy. It fills that certain something in me that makes me more whole… more me.
It’s a good reminder for me to listen more to my impulses and less to my naysaying reasons for why I shouldn’t follow this or that impulse. My creative impulses are frequent and strong. Unfortunately, my reasons for not following them have been stronger. Rather, heeding my reasons are not stronger than my impulses but they are more habitual.
My assignment, and I do choose to accept it, is to flip that habit on its head. I will follow my creative impulses. I will allow my writing, my photography and my painting impulses to flow readily and easily. I’m starting today. This is going to be fun! I’ll let you know how it goes.