During the Creative Process
They are THE book that has yet to be written.
Holding more possibility, adventure and mystery than the books that now exist!
I have often wondered why we buy beautiful journals but end up never using them (tell the truth, you know you have a ‘good’ one stuck back, saving it for…what?!).
How can it be that we opt for a ninety-nine-cent notebook when it comes time to write? Or the lesser quality paper when it comes time to paint?
What’s up with that??
Could it be that we aren’t sure if our thoughts, our strokes, are worthy of being captured in a thing so lovely? That our ideas, our ways of being in the world, are neither profound nor remarkable?
I suspect that the reason we do allow ourselves to get a magnificent little journal from time to time is this…we are hopeful that one day we’ll have some rich, page-worthy thoughts.
But..and this is a big but…we decide that until that time arrives, we will not fill it with our mundane, ordinary, run-of-the-mill life.
Never realizing that…
Beautiful truths and wisdom are within the folds of our regular days.
Hiding in plain sight, in ordinary-run-of-the-mill moments.
The secret is allowing your natural self, your nature, to be expressed as it is. What and who we are is to be honored by us at every turn of the path.
Every twisting and turning is an intricate part that completes this beautiful life mystery.
This truth is evident in all forms of creativity.
Don’t ‘save’ the dress, the canvas, the vintage dinnerware, or the handmade journal.
Instead, let’s use everything we have to fully express our days of living.
“Normal day, Let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may.” ~Mary Jean Irion