Creativity is a gift from the soul. It can ease your worries. Keep your heart company. Surely, allow room for your spirit to soar. Moreover, its variations are endless since we are all creators with our own paths and passions.
Writing from the soul is my passion of choice. This sort of writing—at its rawest—doesn’t have time to think. Instead, the soul swiftly weaves its wonder and spews magic to your fingertips. As you scribble across a notebook, your body releases its burdens, imaginings, truths. The aftermath rests unsure on a page that can hardly bear the weight of it all. But your heart kicks back and sighs, even smiles when all is said and done.
Writers live for this sort of experience. Or at least I do. It balances me. I need to go far from myself, my life situation, my fears, even as I know that, in the end, all of these things will be reflected in some shape or form in the writing itself.
I knew when I sent my daughter to elementary school, writing would be the space for me to cope, process, and work through a labyrinth of emotions. Worry remained at the top of the list. I agonized over whether her educators would know how to reach her, work with her, understand her. On the most basic level, I wanted them to see her essence not simply her diagnoses of autism and selective mutism. And, of course, I longed for them to fall in love with her sunshine spirit, as well as believe in her potential to bloom and flourish.
When the weight of my worries finally reached a crescendo one summer morning, I knew it was time. So I picked up a notebook and a pen. I retreated outside to a quiet spot near my favorite oak, lugging along my ripened anxiety, a body tired of listening, and an imagination primed to weave. In a matter of minutes, a passage burst forth. It would become the foundation to a magical realism novel I worked on throughout the school year. This uncensored writing from the soul delivered the seed.
I grew that seed into a meaningful story, day by day, slipping into a meditative state. By tending to my creative outlet while my daughter went to school, I was able to give to her in a way she needed during a tough transition. In addition, it helped me field the emotional peaks and valleys of her school year. As such, I remained overall present and strong—a gift soul-delivered through my creativity.
Whatever mode of creativity remains your passion of choice, grab it. Then, use it to unload your heartache. Whether it’s gardening, dancing, quilting, decorating, whatever it may be…engage with it. Make time for it. Nurture it. Let it flow and grow. Release.
Often I imagine my soul as a sponge. In this regard, I can only hold so much pain before I need to give it a good squeeze. Creativity, in all forms, works as one of the most wondrous ways I know to do it.
Find and own a chunk of time today to release your concerns…and your creativity!
Read my Magical Realism Novel, Scarlet Oak
“Through the eyes of tree sprite Scarlet Oak, we enter a realm of wonder, magic, and profound insights. It is a fairy tale for the real world–for everyone. Weiland-Crosby also gently lifts the veil of cultural illiteracy on autism, revealing a beautiful, different perspective. Each of her graceful sentences holds wisdom, presenting a compelling story that is a work of art.” –Patti DiMiceli, author of Embrace the Angel
“Scarlet Oak is a truly remarkable book which describes the journey of a tree sprite as she battles through her own confused identity and loss, to help a couple come to terms with the unimaginable grief of their son’s death. Written in hauntingly beautiful prose and with a mesmerizingly original storyline, Angie Weiland-Crosby has crafted a spellbinding and wonderfully structured novel that is utterly entrancing, and incredibly moving.” –IndieReader
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You have written this very well. You have a pathway to bliss this way. We always seem to strive for a better condition, rather than loving the one we are presently in. Your writing touches on this. There is no better moment than the one we have right at hand. Dealing with our troubles head on, reduces those troubles to their proper proportion. Worrying adds nothing, but is what is within us, calling us to pay attention and to face the demons head on. Once we have done what we can, than let go. Ignoring what needs to be dealt with, just builds a false sense of security and wakes us in the night. Dealing with things is PART of loving the moment we are in. Writing is a very good way to bring us into alignment with this. All meaningful stories or art is connected to this. We can all relate to our human condition! Pain, beauty, truth, joy are the salt and pepper of creative expression.
Beautifully said, Carolyn! As humans we are all immersed in life’s emotive spectrum that, as you mentioned, is the salt and pepper of creative expression. I do agree that most pain is exacerbated by resisting the present moment, what is, and not dealing with our emotions. I try to remain cognizant of it, and that’s a chore in and of itself. Working through pain surely is a process. For me, creativity oftentimes opens the floodgate to consciousness. In the moment, the writing serves as a balm. Afterwards, a discovery. I return to my work, a puzzle of sorts; but I now have the pieces before me to better understand myself, and oftentimes heal. It’s a blessing. Thank you for your insightful comment, and for reading!
Pain. This was a good post for me to read . Sometimes when I feel the pain is too much and anxiety overwhelms me, I give it away. Whether one gives the pain to nature or the ocean, just give it away. I choose to give mine to God. He takes it gracefully from me even when I don’t feel I deserve it. I use music as my reality escape. Music feeds my soul what it’s lacking Everytime.
I love this concept of giving the pain away. I’m glad the post spoke to you.