Today went sideways when I went out to start my car in the snow and discovered my husband had taken my car keys in his jacket with him to work in his truck. I was officially stranded a half an hour from work in the bush. I could have been irritated and to tell you the truth that was my first response, but soon it became an opportunity for a quiet moment and something I have been ruminating on for a while, the function and purpose of creativity in my own life.
What is the function of the creative impulse: to innovate, to create new form, to express our perceptions in ways that soothe and challenge? We exercise our bodies, challenge our minds, stuff or vent our emotions, and often totally ignore our spirit. Why? Because our bodies wear our abuse. Our actions and words reflect our confusion. Our emotions can be stuffed for a time and not everyone can see. Only the Divine and ourselves can see our spirit in tatters. What if all our negligence screamed “YOU ARE SO BUSTED!” for the world to see? Because the Divine does every day. He or She whispers, chastises, and at times bellows in frustration at being ignored. We are vain essentially, maintaining the superficial and letting the workings under the hood suffer.
It occurs to me that the Divine in my life is often expressed in Creativity. Creative energy breathes life into my work, compassion and forgiveness into my relationships, love into my experience of the world, joy into my routines. Listening to the quiet voice inside me allows me to innovate, be patient, see opportunity, look past anger and greed to insecurity. But I still ignore that impulse more than any other when it speaks to the expression of me. Why does that Divine gift I speak of is more comfortable when it pertains to others?
Why does that creative energy whisper more quietly when I am the beneficiary?? Because I argue about my own potential. Others, I see what they might do if they reach beyond thier own self defined limitations. I hide behind my own. We all do. Why does the Divine have a plan for everyone but me? Its not logical. So, I guess, I am grateful today that my husband took my keys, so I have the opportunity to spend a quiet hour listening to the small joyful voice whispering, “Do you think the Divine has no plan for you?” A grandmother’s knowing smile is laughing at my insecurity as her arms wrap around me.
I am grateful too, this creative energy that allows us a knowing that, as it was is not necessarily how it must be. A knowledge that what has been done is not all there is to be done. And a certainty that world can reflect and manifest our own perceptions and our own best intentions.
I am a manifestation of what has come before and am bringing into being what must be. With grace may it reflect the best of my intentions for myself and others. The creative energy is the mind, the spirit, and the body at play. It is a Divine form of lunacy. Don’t worry for in this Divine place everything is unfolding as it should.
Everyday Muses 