Your creative life force is essential for you to blossom into your excellence physically, emotionally, morally, intellectually and spiritual. Connected to our creative essence, we are driven forward with zest and a sense of purpose, able to make discriminating choices, and attract experiences and relationships which reflect the harmony that we feel within and with all of life.
Her family didn’t want her to be an artist. But she was brave. Stealing moments from a childhood that had little joy, she teased her fears, tears and penchant for colours into meaningful little drawings and paintings. These stolen moments preserved her innocence and right to be creative. As she grew older, painful memories and shameful emotions began surfacing, and tried to convince her that she wasless than, and worse still, that she was a fraud and her creations had no value. They made a mockery of all that was pure and authentic within her. Feeling overwhelmed, she stopped. She could go no further. But life’s creative power is insistent. It will not let you stop.
Can you see your creative purity, potential and power or has it been obscured by a perceived obligation to a life which is adhered to simply out of fear, and which doesn’t see your truth? And which doesn’t acknowledge your deeper needs? Has the spark of your creative gift been hushed into timidity by the taunts of the ego? Have you lost touch with life’s subtle, romantic, transcendent realm of feeling and being, from where the seduction of creative magic is born? Creative inspiration is felt in the stillness within the movement, and seen in the spaces between the leaves. Its importantto look deep within and ask ourselves some significant questions.
Many years ago, after a yoga class, an acquaintance who barely knew me, mentioned that she found me “to be of an artistic nature.” As this part of myself, which I had all but forgotten about, was brought to light, I felt seen. Possibly for the first time in my life. Choking with emotion, I realised that a childhood that had little joy had forced me into denying my inner artist. In denying my creative nature, I had betrayed myself. The deepest pain is the pain of self-betrayal.