Creativity is far from my mind. My soul is worn, my body is tired. We have spent many days this fall and winter in our new house, functioning at bare minimum. We eat out too much. We stay home in our comfy clothes. The kids play outside, and I warm myself with cup after cup of hot tea. The days feel long and dreary, rain dripping off of tree branches. Leaf covered ground soaked and slippery. I’ve been avoiding my writing.
This week, I finished reading Marissa Meyer’s newest novel, Heartless. It was heavy and beautiful, heartbreaking. After reading it, I had those jealous writer feelings. Wishing that I had written that story, that idea, that those beautiful words were mine. That’s when I recognized it. The pull to write. I thought about pushing the urge away, or trying to keep it cupped in my hands like a small bird, ready to play with it once the time was convenient and all the kids were sleeping. My husband was home, and I knew that if I tried to hold on to the inspiration, it would be gone by the evening. I would be tired, and the bird-muse would slowly make its way out of my hands and into the lucky company of some other writer. I chose inspiration.
I am a firm believer in an intentional regular practice of creativity and filling your soul.
“I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o’clock sharp.”- W. Somerset Maugham
However, we still need inspiration to strike randomly. To be surprised by it. Creativity shouldn’t feel like a dentist appointment, but a date with a love or close friend. Much like in marriage, we need to be reminded that it doesn’t have to be dry and routine, but to embrace moments with a sudden burst of affection and take hold of them. Those moments are few and far between, unless we begin to acknowledge and invite them in.
Before I wrote, I prayed. “God, Holy Spirit, Inspiration, please give me the courage to write. Being creative requires being brave, and I can’t do this without you.”
Since then, a little spark has been lit.
When people tell me they aren’t artistic, or creative, the first words out of my mouth are a rebuttal. We are children of God, the Creator himself. Everyone is creative or artistic in some way, but it requires intention and courage.
Be courageous today, my friends.