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Abbygrrl and the Tree |
In an effort to put all of my blog eggs in one basket, I'm republishing this post. I must begin by saying that there are many mysteries I just accept - like TV signals, the sewer system, and monarch butterflies. I don’t know how they work, and I don’t need to question why. But hand me something a little more personal and I'll dissect it into intangible smithereens. I have always been fascinated by the divine process of creativity. Not to be confused with divine creationism… if you were to ask me what came first, the chicken or the egg, I would have to reply, "The dinosaur." But certainly, in its purest form, creativity is divine. And if you make it your mission to find its source, the most you will come away with is that it comes from 'someplace else.'
Creativity is not reserved for the artist. Creativity isn't always artistic, and art isn't always creative. If you've ever been to a Starving Artist sale at the Holiday Inn West, you know what I mean. Anyone who is deeply immersed in the task at hand has experience some level of disconnect from the din of everyday life. Whether you're rebuilding an engine, tending a garden, writing a song or painting the Mona Lisa, your conscious Elvis has left the building. Welcome to creativity.
I cannot tell you what that 'someplace else' is, exactly. It could be a universal frequency whose constant hum resonates more or less intensely within each of us. Or it could be a way to stay connected to the ultimate creator… allowing us to experience that joy on a very human level. This makes sense as there are times when I step away from my finished art, or from my writing, and feel like I cannot take complete credit for it. It comes from 'someplace else.' A similar feeling I had when holding my children for the first time. How divine.