This is my first post for the 12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women Group. I have been working this week on catching up to where the group is presently. In Chapter 2 I started to answer a series of questions and had the thought, "i will do this in the form of a poem." Something amazing began to flow. The poem wasn't pretty or uplifting, but showed me the place in my life where I had gotten stuck creatively. This was quite a revelation. It's rough, but I don't care. It began a thought process about these creative cycles we are delving into.
In the wake of their departure
my hands extend from the whirlwind.
or be blown away
Worlds pulling and pushing, colliding.
I collapse in a heap.
Copy, copy, copy
Press, push, pray, prove.
Broken body groans.
I'm crying in the dark.
I know this doesn't mean anything to my readers, but it sure does to me and I knew after I wrote this that I had been stuck. Now that place is letting me go.
One more thing . Creativity takes many forms. I have felt guilty for neglecting my writing and artistic side. I realized after reading these chapters and listening to Leah, that I create regularly in my cooking, flower arranging, journaling, and so much more. What a release!