creativity and the sacred

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For a long while – a decade or three – I thought and wrote and talked a great deal about ‘creativity.’  I taught workshops, spoke at seminars and wrote e-books on the topic.

It was, for me, the Great Mystery, the wonder of wonders that would flow in and infuse my work in the studio.  I knew it well, yet I could never pin it down.

I understood, over time, what seemed to foster it, and what seemed to ensure its absence.  I discovered it would only turn up when me-as-artist, me with the designs-plans-goals-skills-aversions was absent.

Eventually the gap between my two passionate preoccupations – ‘creativity’ and ‘the sacred’ – closed over.

Creativity is exactly that immeasurable, unknowable Creation pouring into the space vacated by the artist-person, manifesting ITs own magic, shocking the daylights out of me with its audacity.

And the sacred?  Ditto.  In other words, nothing I could put into words.  Nothing I ever expected.  Nothing that could ever be known.

And yet – expression happens!  Such a marvel!

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my breath flows like shakuhachi-speak

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the rain continues its benediction:

perfume of parched earth receiving lifeblood

chorale of baptized birds fluffing in gratitude

pearlgrey skies
raindarkened gums
glistening puddles
happy toadlets
dancing raindrops
palms in pranam

soft gentling pattering music that somehow blends
with the singing silver silence
flowing through mindspace,
smoothing and soothing

ahhhh…
my breath flows
like shakuhachi-speak
and I reach for the brush…

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rainbreathbreathscribe series
light-reflective acrylic on textured canvas

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