A seed of an idea,
A seed of desire,
A small thing that catches your imagination
or a small thorn that niggles you into action just to ease the discomfort.
But it is normally a truth of nature that we start with a small inkling of motion that builds momentum from there.
That is what I have now a small precious spark of creativity trying to find an outlet to build momentum.
I have again found a productive voice for my blog and a creative path in my stories.
I have been dealing with something that has for the last months taken all creativity and crushed it, that is why my blog has been silent.
I have learned many painful things and the odd revelation about myself during the grieving process (which I don’t think will ever stop)
Where my creativity springs from and what can sustain and nurture it.
which has greatly impacted who I am as an artist, writer and teacher.
Over the next few blogs I will share some of my lessons that may be of help to you in your own creative travels.
But Today I want to nurture this little seed and leave grief behind.
It will be of no surprise to some of you that I find artistic inspiration in the country I live in and the wonderful birds and creatures that inhabit New Zealand, it was through time spent in these rugged and beautiful areas (of NZ) I started to finally draw and write again.
I understand we all hear repeatedly the message of get out in nature, spend time in the fresh air….. and then we put our heads back into work or life and ignore the unobtainable great outdoors. The truth is I live in a country that is about 80% nature (my stats not actual measurements) and I can easily ignore nature, but I have found it so valuable as a creative (and emotional) sustainability tool that I must repeat the repeatedly repeated.
My takeaway message for you today a little seed of an idea is this, take time each day to spend in and or with nature.I found that it enables you to create a form of white space in your mind that lets creativity (or emotional health) grow or heal. Almost like meditating whilst moving and with your eyes open. It also makes you slow down and hush for just a moment and that’s never bad. If you are in a city and cannot find any nature to speak of, then buy a plant that needs continual care or attention and loose yourself in it for 5minutes each day.On busy days I spend 5 minutes having a coffee on the back deck I ignore the cars and just hear the birds and the trees. Best medicine I have found for a wounded creative spirit is a little self-time in whatever quiet form it comes. Mine just happens to come in the form of a Tui or Pukeko.
We have a wonderful Kids club for enjoying and learning about our Great Outdoors, there may be one in your area. If you do not have a child …borrow one…just don’t loose them in said outdoors.
You can also join hiking or outdoor clubs or just a walking friend but be careful not to talk too much or there is no hush.
I am not the only artist to encounter grief, I truly wish I was, but I promised back when I started this blog I would tell you what I went through as a creative good and bad. Well my grief was so bad it took my voice and creative spark away for a while but thanks to time and care I am slowly coming back.