(*You can fill in any other creative pursuit: paint, sculpt, make music, sing, sew, you name it…)
Write when there’s so much else to do?
After all, let’s get real.
Do laundry
Grocery shopping
Exercise
Pay bills
Return calls
Sort papers on desk
Oil change
Write
Answer emails
Send donation
Get new vitamins
Learn to tweet?
Make dentist appointment
..and then there’s the list about children, parents, work…
I can get tired just making my lists.
This is not conducive to a creative mood.
Writing remains a luxury, self-indulgence. It is easy to notice the lack of clean underwear, staples in the fridge, or air in our tires. These are noticeable not only to us, but to those with whom we share a home, car, and life.
But whether we’ve written today or not, who cares? (We think.) If we have deemed our writing nothing special anyway, then we’ve got an even better argument about why not to bother. Maybe we label it “just journaling.” We tell ourselves: I’m not a real writer. No one needs to hear what I have to say. The world is no better for my having added my two cents.
So we keep putting writing on list after list (if we even do that), consciously or unconsciously making it less likely we will get to it, as we push it around out of the way of those more urgent, valuable and important tasks for which we are clearly responsible. Not to write seems far less irresponsible than not taking the dog for a walk. The consequences of the latter are serious, after all, and how inhumane of us not to tend to the creature needs of one depending on us.
I am not recommending writing instead of feeding or walking your dog. I am suggesting that to tend to our creative needs as we do to our animals’ and our own creature needs is as loving, humane and as essential. Creativity is a one of our most vital creature needs. And who is depending on you as much as you? If you don’t take yourself to write, who will?
Maybe you’ve have gotten as far as morning pages— that wonderful daily practice inspired by Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way—not all mornings maybe, but some. But to expect more, well, that can feel as if it borders on selfish.
And even if you don’t see your creative pursuits as luxuries and would genuinely LOVE to dive into writing—well, you still may not know how to with all the rest life is asking of you.
How then to make room? We can’t after all clear our daily plates of the housekeeping, generating livelihood, caring for others, and all the rest goes with having a body, home, family and friends.
We can, however, clear some space on those very full plates. Not just once in a blue moon and not a space the size of a pea. What if we were to give being present to writing—to giving our soul a voice—a regular place among our daily doings?
What if giving time and space to your creative expression turns out to infuse your hours and days with more joy, sweetens your tasks, even makes you healthier? What if finding your way to the inner stillness from which your true voice arises were to lead you to inner silence and to finding your true voice throughout your life?
What if you just try it? Say for a month, and see what happens?
Put writing (or whatever creative pursuit calls to you) on your heart’s list, not just on a slip of paper, an item among items.
Take the first step: arrange to meet yourself at a certain place and time.
Then show up.
Even if nothing much seems to happen, just keep showing up.
That’s the key: showing up, one sit at a time.
I am inviting you to more than a short-lived New Year’s resolution that wilts quickly as the heat of new passion expires.
I am inviting you to take this intention as seriously as your dog’s need to pee, or if you don’t have a dog, then your child’s need for self-expression, and if you don’t have a dog or a kid, then think of flowers.
How deprived would our world would be if the Creative Source of all life had stopped at one kind of flower? I mean, who needs more, really? One gorgeous, exquisite, fragrant, vibrant bloom—why bother with a marigold, a daisy, or the diminutive lily of the valley, that just hides itself in the shade.
What if you are another flower—just as you are, just as your writing is— one that adds to the beauty and meaning of our world? What if you decide to come out from under your green blade and be seen?
But even if you never come out of the rich shadows, and you keep your voice hushed where only you hear it, the world will still be better off for your having listened.
Go head, sprout the seeds of your creativity. Tend them with your loving respect. And trust the flourishing.
*Stay-tuned for more on the practicalities (i.e., how to if you haven’t already, sprout the seed; hot tips on watering and good growing conditions; and how to give yourself permission in the first place to grow beauty.
Please take a moment and tell me in the comments below:
HOW HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING TIME FOR YOUR CREATIVE EXPRESSION?
AND, IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN, WHAT STEP MIGHT YOU TAKE IN THAT DIRECTION?
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G'Mar Chatima Tova
I close with this customary greeting whose literal meaning is: "a good final sealing." I will add to that: May you know the love of which you are made. What better than to know this?
With gratitude,
Ani
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Hi Ani,
Today is my husband’s birthday. He has wasting stage cancer, and it may well be his last.
I’m at the end of a very strange day that lead me to your website.
For many people making time for creativity in any form means leaving some things undone until later. When dealing with a terminal spouse that isn’t so simple.. but it is my husband who is encouraging me. Of all the things I’ve seen and experienced in life, Love is also part of those experiences. Love is gentle while humbling and healing at the same time. I live with PTSD.. but I’m glad I recognized Love when I encountered it in the shape of my husband. Now my Love tells me to write, draw, paint, take photographs..
I just took one of his birthday cake but moved the camera too quickly. It looks like it is going a million miles an hour and like I was very lucky to catch the tail end with my camera..
Time rushes past us so quickly, so yeah.. I think I’ll allow myself that bit of solid ground that writing represents for me. A way to give words to experiences I normally don’t have words for.
Thank you for the spark..
❤️
And yes.. apparently your “Is this you?” very much includes me. I hope you do decide to hold your writing circles online. I’m nowhere nearby. I can’t get to your circles. I feel like there is a connection between your writing and mine though.. Sounds stupid doesn’t it? I’m learning not to listen to that negative inner voice as much. I would love to join your writer’s circle and watch words dance as the world slows down a bit just for a few moments.. enough to catch our breath maybe..
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Alexx
Ani, thank you for these words. Because I read them this morning, I am not going to empty the dishwasher, not keep trying to teach the five kittens in the basement to use the litterbox, not weed the garden in the front yard (the only one the neighbors can see), not call my sister-in-law to see if she is over mastitis, not call my 102 year old grandfather to convince him he should let the nurses give him a shower more than once a week, not spend an hour filling in camp registration forms, not move the laundry into the dryer, not text my sister to see if she has scheduled her biopsy, not order yearbooks, or school t-shirts, or even another book about writing. I am going to set a timer for 30 minutes and let myself write. Thank you. Thank you.
I am so delighted by your post, Cathy! Not only am I happy that you gave yourself the gift of writing (and hopefully continue to do so), but also your comment itself is entertaining and provocative writing unto itself.
I offer “Writing Sparks” in my groups and what you have written inspires me to offer your words as a spark, along with the invitation to writers to explore what they are not doing (i.e., what they are letting go) in order to honor either their writing or another creative impulse…
Thank you so much for reading and really taking in what I wrote. As you may know in your own experience, it is deeply gratifying to know that something one has created has inspired and thus served another…
Blessings on your writing!
Ani
Ani,
I love this piece. I’m going to forwrd this to Gertrude and also my dear Ellen.
You are a fountain of light, my Anallah.
M
Thank you, Meg for the expression of your appreciation and for sharing the piece!
My greatest wish as a writer is that what I write inspire others——mostly to connect with their own inner love. Expressing oneself creatively (and, of course, I find writing such a rich field for this) can be such a wonderful way to connect with one’s deepest Self, and thus with the Love at our core.
Blessings on your writing!!!