creative rhythm
Yesterday, my boys and I spent hours painting. We planned to spend our rainy day being creative, and I have not painted like that in years. What I noticed, I moved into a creative rhythm that is akin to meditation for me.
Time stands still.
I paint with watercolors frequently. It is almost like speed painting to me. It is fast, frequent and something that I can pull out and do anywhere. I actually have my materials as a travel kit that I keep with me almost always. It is in my purse next to my wallet and cell phone.
Creativity is such an essence of who I am it is part of my Essential 5.
But laying everything out on the table and setting the intent of spending the day painting is a luxury that I just don’t do.
Why not? Who has a day to just sit and paint?!
Post painting day reflection; my house is a disaster; there is paint on my rug, dishes in the sink, a load of laundry waiting in the washer, all of my tasks I HAD to do not done. (They were completed, just post bedtime- not ideal.)
What did I do yesterday? I found my creative rhythm.
Why did the world around me disappear? Because I found my flow, everything around me goes fuzzy, and I just live in it. Stroke by stroke, my mind eases and my energy soars. My creativity amplifies.
What do I want now? MORE. Almost like a drug. I want to be creating, but instead I am working, cleaning and thinking, “how do I get more of that into my life more frequently”, because it is necessary. Watercolor is a nibble- I want the whole creative rhythmic cake!
This Week’s A Door Within:
What is something you do where your physical world disappears?
When was the last time you were in your flow?
What do you need to create the space to find your creative rhythm?
Find your rhythm,
♥ Ashley
