ALL WE CREATE IS ALWAYS UNFOLDING 🪺
The idea that we know how to do anything is a wonderfully human thing to try and quantify. The act or the shape of the thing is shape shifting, falling through our fingers and coming out the other side in a newly discovered shade of purple puce and green. Always.
There is no one way to make a thing.
The mistake of creating anything is the idea that the unfolding of a process is a correct thing. That there is an objective truth or direction or path or one single way. And I don’t think that is true of anything anyone tries to create ever. Not in a formula not in a process or entry. The variables of the fruit in our bellies and the heavyness of the air, the volume of our anxiety and the quality of the transmission of the music on the radio.
And while I have romanticized the idea of creations to Jane Austen fields, and type writers and Paris in the dark, the thing I know about art – ideas – humans. Is that we find at way. That is comes leaking out of our finger tips even at the most inopportune moments. Moments where my wheels are spinning in the snow I think of the 🥰cinematography of the scene. Of death and bodily functions I think of paintings and visions of change. And while how we feel when we create is important – how we do it – what it is – is almost irrelevant.
Discipline doesn’t work for me. Yes I sit here and write every Wednesday to send this out on a Thursday. The how is gets done is open to interpretation. The container to craft in. The sandbox to build my castle and the practise that holds me just as much as I hold it. The trail to collect my findings from.
But respect. Practise. Ritual. That is the thing that allows me to show up in the right cafe and under the wrong conditions and still sit down down to write the essay. No matter the form it is. I get caught in the spiral of how writing will be shared. In what inboxes, how can I turn this into a reel or a song or moment. My expectations of my art are too high. When all it can be, is be. The moment the imperfections and typos and lack of headphones to write with. The shape or form it takes will be multiplied over and over across many a meteverse. I cannot try to control it or the idea that I even know what the fuck it is that I am doing when I sit down with the right beverage with the right music.
The trust in god, spirit and universe, the trust in myself and my ability to sit one hand on keyboard or clay or song or quilt one hand to heart.
That trust. That process. That ritual is the shit I am ready to show up for. The thing I cheer on from the streets, the thing that lights me up inside. That when I an running through the field and I can look over and see others running through the fields of their feeling and creation. I know I am in the right place. If there is human and 3D and the thing we all say we are showing up for that is the art I can slurp down.
We are always unfolding. We are always in process. And while I an certain there doesnt always need to be one way to create a thing, my hope and prayer is that you find your way.
MAY OUR PROCESS HOLD US JUST AS WE HOLD IT. MAY BE HAVE CREATIVE PRACTISE AND TRUST IN OURSELVES AND SPIRIT. MAY IT ALWAYS TEACH US EVERYTHING AND LEAVE US WITH NOTHING. MAY YOU MAKE YOUR ART JUST AS YOU ARE DESTINED TO. JUST AS WE NEED YOU TOO.
findings 🍫
MARCH 1:1 CREATIVE ADVISING BOOKS OPEN
POSSIBLE OUTCOMES INCLUDE
🍄 Crafting a business and marketing plan you actually like
🌳 Finding a process to finally write your play
👽 The email pitch for your dream client
🌸 Identifying money making opportunities in your creative practise
🪺 Feeling ok sharing your creations🌺 Trusting
theyour processI talked about my period blood in the first 10 min of the pod this week so enjoy that 😎
big love and many blessings for your process
phoebe 🌷