*Dedicated to Dr Jean Houston in Celebration of her 75th Birthday. Teacher my Teacher we danced in your Mystery School Class Room and New Possibilities were born.
Thankyou from the bottom of my ‘art.
An Ode to Creativity:
I have been tantalised by Creativity
Titillated, tickled, tricked and traumatised
Creative impulses have exalted, uplifted, transported, supported, delighted
and then simply disappeared!
I have been courted and caught
and taught by that Invisible Force
In fact Creativity often visited me in the night whilst I was sleeping
It breathed magic into the mundane and tragic into some old pain
as I tossed and turned in my bed
And then it left, just before I awoke
like a one night stand who crept away before I could discover his last name,
leaving my room sparkling with the cryptic presence of that which was both
delightful and desperate at the same time
On Full Moon time, Creativity was a brilliant orb, sending tides of possibility
crashing upon each and every neuron
After all Creativity is a close cousin of
exasperation exaggeration and expectation
and not a predictable relative at that.
Alas pre-Moonstrual tension has been known to send the ungrounded Soul
into a spin of restlessness culminating by a kind of lunacy
ah what might that old Luna see?
On a warm summers day Creativity is a fuzzy peach on a purple beach
and nothing makes sense to senses on fire that are crackling with words like
incense and desire
timeless love that will expire
Room for rent in a Mind for hire
There was a time, during the on again off again stage of our relationship
when neither of us were truly committed
and Creativity and I parted ways
I had a fling with Apathy, that promiscuous partner who seems to demand far more
than what is given
It was a dark day of the summer of discontent and Apathy kept me very busy crying and sighing
oh how I yearned for Creativity’s tenuous embrace
But then I awoke one day – Yes THE Awakening
and I found that Creativity had glued itself to my lungs and & every breath was like a brand new Thought.
I breathed a sigh of relief…
From those tumultuous days of high tides and low rides in an ocean of Creative uncertainty
We have found a new place
We set up home together
We are – dare I say and tempt fate – Happily Married
Tempted by no other although Apathy has tried to come knocking once or twice.
Snug and perhaps some what smug in one another arms we have long passed the
I love you- I hate you- I can’t live with you- Can’t live without you phase that had us fazed
The illusions have passed and we have birthed
brought to life so effortlessly
no longer relying on cheap red wine, that elixir of creative angst and discontent
a familiar friend when drama and chaos seemed like the necessities of a Creative mind and altered state
As a committed couple who have worked out our differences, we truly understand one another now.
Resilient companions we know each has our own season and cycle, brilliant fruits, breath taking foliage, prickled thorns and tenacious weeds.
A garden we are co-creating together no longer baring pitch forks ready to spar!
Contrary to The Secret that whispered & shouted to millions “I AM the Creator” in my life
I have been joyously, painfully, recklessly, relentlessly shown -at long last-
that life here on Earth is a co-creative journey!
Sigh. I don’t have to do it all alone and make it all happen anymore.
I never did of course but thats what The Secret said.
And no longer do I lobby invisible Angels
or thank them for not answering my prayers during desperate heart and troubled mind times
because I know that Creativity is the life force and it is in every cell of existence
as we inhale and exhale one another through the eons of Time
Indeed we are Creations born of Creator
here to Create
so I no longer wrestle with trying to create that which is not yet ready to be born
or trying to Create with all what I think I know
I simply immerse myself, bask, swim & luxuriate in the
Yes I awoke one day and Creativity had glued itself to my lungs
slid down through the tendons of my arms,
moved into the muscles of my imagination and
proposed to me.
Of course I said “I Do”….