Creators Dispatch is a free and paid weekly newsletter. If you just want to check it out and read free offerings, you can become a free subscriber. If you find yourself reading this regularly and getting something from it, please consider becoming a paid subscriber. 🥰 $5/month allows me to be able to keep writing each week and make art my full time job wow. magic.
Each morning when I write a letter to the tree outside my window (morning pages) I complain about my headache and how I am tired and then 30-40 mins goes by and I get up and move through my day and try to control every little thing that passes by my desk. That puppeteering nature is such a mistake, a deeply human one that I use and you use to protect ourselves, that there is no failure if we know exactly where to place the string of each strand we pull. That when the sword of failure falls we can point to it like it was just a circumstance that we could control that we failed to weave correctly.
The mistake of time or enough time or enough space or enough money or audience, people, clout, celebrity. Measure and metrics that are only told in myths to be the thing that give us what we want.
I think if we were dropped into a field and told to go run and play – we’d freeze. The expectation to play with what blade of grass, where to run first and what the conditions of the soil are would haunt us. That if we had more time I would just fill it with more phone scrolling and internet diagnosing and anxiety about the following day.
If we were dropped into a sand box, with boundaries and containers and even without the expectation of sand castles we would build. That limitations bred creativity and that total freedom of “make whatever you want” is more paralyzing than the deep burning desire to carve table legs while I stand in line at the grocery store.
But the birch tree out my window doesn’t know the exact conditions to put its flowers out. It listens to the wind and soil and temperature – it trusts those cues to begin its growth. It trusts that the wind carries its pollen to neighbouring seedlings, that the bug ants robins and doves will pull at its leaves and stems and contribute to it’s growth and ability to stay put, to grow new roots. It doesn’t search for the circumstances of time, location, correctness or right. It just grows. Just trusts.
Really we don’t need much at all. To carve table legs or write books or song, poetry and rivers, newsletter essays or podcasts. We just need trust. ITs the cultivating the trust that is the work. Not making or doing. Being.
findings
MESSY DIY QUEST IS BACK! I’ll send you an email everyday for 10 days starting April 24th (on weekends we chill – the creative dream requires breaks 🍫🌱✌️) that’ll teach you how to – think of like the free.99 course to cultivate the space time and trust 😉
✨Feel a whole lot less pukey/scared about sharing your creations
🌸Unleash your inner freaky deaky weirdo clown creative genius and uncover your own intuitive process
🌱Have fucking FUN doing it 🤸♀️
GritLIT is on in Hamilton! Lots of workshops and panels to check out friends
Loving 👇
Beatrix Potter's Naturalist Notes 🌸Caitlin’s working BLEED YOUR ART OUT on Tuesday is like 🤌
And we also hand her on the pod this week, Do you ever feel like menstruating is a mystery
big love and many blessings for trust
i love you all
phoebe 🌸