Universal Creativity

It’s the last day of January and I am already four songs into my project for the year. In business terms we’d call that 8% time elapsed 25% complete.That’s a good start. It’s good to have momentum. Winter is a natural time to write in Canada. It is cold, much darker than it normally is and pretty much everyone else in my life is doing something creative so there is less distraction too. I can feel the waves of creativity in the air and ideas continue to flow almost faster than I can capture them. I am grateful. I am humbled.

It has been stated that what artists are attempting to achieve is to organize and make sense of the Universe. I remember as a child staring at the moon for hours, both frightened by its presence in the sky and fascinated by it. If I allowed myself to really think about the magnitude of it, my growing brain couldn’t reconcile the magic. How is it we stare at the moon as adults and we see the beauty but we rarely see the magic? Imagination could be our first form of relationship to universal space. Imagination deteriorates as we age. This is a conditioning rather than a natural occurrence. We gravitate towards what we are praised for as a child. If we were not praised (or graded highly in school) for our artistic abilities, we let it go, whether we loved the activity or not.

As I have been writing over the past year, I’ve been keenly aware of the waves of inspiration. I can feel when it is hitting and luckily I have enough flexibility in my life that I can pay it its due when it does. I recently wrote an entire piece, lyrics, arrangement, everything in less than an hour. Although I’ve spent a couple of weeks with it now, trying to massage it, at the end of the day it will exist in its natural form, exactly as it came to me. Other times it may take me weeks to finish a piece, but it will not remove its hold from me unit it’s done. I can’t explain where ideas come from, but I can tell you they come in almost a complete form and as an artist I’m merely trying to represent the piece the universe is trying to teach me.

I am honoured to write for Planet Earth. That alone brings such magic into my studio, like writing love songs for the greatest of loves. At times I feel like the walls have literally disappeared and I sit on a mountain top looking out at the world and all of its glory. I am grateful to have the eyes of a child, to see the night through the eyes of the night, to feel the energy of the universe doing its best to wake us up to a greater existence, to feel a sense of promise for humanity based in love.

Perhaps I have commissioned myself to somehow reconcile what I see happening in the world, like trying to make sense of my place in the universe.

The world needs the minds of creative people today. It needs people who can still see the beauty, the promise, and the size of the prize if we pool together to make protecting Planet Earth our biggest collaboration as a species.

Stretching to the corners of the world, solidarity parade, along comes a time when we can’t see it any other way.

Wishing YOU a week of creativity on Planet Earth.

Photo Credit ~ Sylvia Armstrong

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