In my travels through books, blog posts and YouTube channels I’ve found many speaking of experiencing surges in their ability to create on a regular basis.
I’ve also found a correlation of similar personalities – sensitive introverts – and many of us soak up vibes and energies which we are able to transmute or channel into the forms we choose to use to create.
This process can be uncontrollable and hard to filter in or out. The word surge contains the word ‘urge’, after all. We tend to operate on feeling, on what we sense and feel we need to say or do rather than the logical response. Remember art can’t be emotive without emotion.
But our artistic power comes from this heightened ability. True, everyone can create, it’s a human thing, however power for an artist is through expression, in how we choose to transmute it into the tangible.
Expression is often not that express at all, we struggle to speak, to find our voice and put our work out there. Other times it gushes so fast it is a surge that overwhelms. This is volatile, potent energy. More balanced is the healthy division and play of light and dark, of positive and negative, of knowing when we struggle either way and still being able to allow creativity – the urge to create – through.
It's here! 😄
Delayed in the post for two weeks, my tent – AKA The Studio – finally arrived a few days ago. I can't hold an opening party but I am so happy! I'm a child in a wendy house again.
It reminds me of those six-week summer holidays that seemed they were endless, spent making up things out of nothing and the mini toolshed (or was that just me?).
Yes, my studio is up, now the wind has stopped howling for the first day in several and warm, fine weather is upon us. Living on a hill has its disadvantages, though it does help dry the washing quicker. I've pegged extra guy lines down to make sure.
I sat filming in it for a couple of hours today, after I'd prepped it with cushions, blankets, filming equipment I currently make do with. Solar lighting is 'installed' ready for overnight communes with nature, and I'm going back out to meditate in it very shortly.
You know, I was more excited about getting a cheap little tent set up as a makeshift studio than I was about getting a new car 18 months ago.
And that's how much the inner child wants to be let out.
Two blogs in a week. I know!
News is, I crashed last weekend. I was doing that thing just prior of trying to cram 20 tasks into a day, creatively and around the house, plus spend time sitting and reading trying unsuccessfully to relax.
Following that I've had two existential crises, the latter one pretty bad on Wednesday. I wanted to give in, simple as that. We're all at our limits, stressed, and affected energetically by what's going on. It's understandable and human.
I did a bit of what is termed 'shadow work' in Tuesday night's meditation (did you know Black Moon Lilith and Chiron, The Wounded Healer, went conjunct the day after, on the 15th?) and woke Wednesday angry as you – very much wouldn't – like. I believe the two are connected – my meditation and my subsequent outburst. It takes time to accept the shadow aspect but once you do start to embrace it, you find you have newfound energy. Mine is Leo power, the leader, the one that basks in attention, and fire energy, hence all the anger. It's not my natural way, but embrace it I must try (ooh, I've gone all Yoda again).