Creativity takes many forms, too numerous to list. Sometimes creative ideas come to us from the outside, and other times from inside ourselves. Creativity is simply about making unpredicted adjustments, recombining sensory data in new ways, or taking risks in thoughts and/or actions. Creativity is walking the path that everyone else isn’t on. It is available to everyone, everywhere, all of the time. I love reading, discussing and writing about how we incorporate creativity into our daily lives.
My Moving Project has taken a year from conception to execution. During the first eight months, I maintained a daily art practice and poured most of my creative and physical energies into the activities of painting and writing. Moving required mostly mental work: planning, organizing, decision making, scheduling, and research. I found I could easily balance those multi-dimensional mental and physical demands.
But the last four months have been different. Beginning with packing my belongings into movable storage containers, more and more physical work was required for my Move to progress. Balancing anything else with the Moving process resulted in frustration, self-criticism, exhaustion, and impossible expectations. Eventually I gave myself over to 100% attention on whatever was needed to see the Move through to its conclusion.
I learned some things about myself and about life as a result. I am a year older than I was when I first thought about moving me and my house, and I think I’m a little wiser. Of course, I’ve said that in the past after other major upheavals, yet am surprised at how much I still learn. When I set a goal (like this Move), I tend to get hyper-focused. That is a useful quality, but it can also get in my way by restricting or even blinding my peripheral vision. And I have learned over and over again that peripheral vision is where Creativity happens.
Last week, a poem presented itself so I wrote it down.
Moving Forward
with a new house
and an old body that became
a new house for twin aches:
a push ache and a pull ache
one ache a flower that unfolds
and one that folds
one soft summer rain
the other winter snow
in my dreams
they travel with me
like backseat drivers
advising and correcting
when I don’t know
where I am going
sometimes I dream
that I leave one of them
at the rest stop
and simply drive on
if only I could decide which one.
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Work from my archives, 2017, pastel on paper about 16 x 20 inches.
Wishing you as much forward momentum as you desire, the energy to follow through, and satisfaction in life and your creative endeavors. Thank you for accompanying me on this journey! Your comments are always appreciated. Celeste
One more thing to think about:
Celeste you are such a great role model for life. I love reading your pieces here and the raw honesty and depth of thought that you share. Your poetry always offers us a place to find ourselves as well as an opportunity to share your thoughts and feelings. Thank you, we're leaving on Tuesday and will be back May 22. I hope to visit you before we head North. Hoping you enjoy the discovery of this new place and joy in building your nest.
Oh, Celeste. The push and pull, the left behind, the rest stop. Yesterday I heard Jane Hirshfield tell of her processes, including that she has lived a whole year, at times, without writing a poem (maybe she meant one she brought to its fullness?). But every day, something related to poetry. So much is related!