There is a feeling inside of me that has been gradually growing throughout the past couple of months. It is as if a part of me is re-awakening. I can feel the eager stirrings of creativity deep within my bones. It is not such a specific urge as I have felt in past times, but more of a general sense of aching to create...in various forms, by numerous inspirations. And it is a heightened appreciation of all the creativity surrounding me.
My senses are intensified and I can feel my spirit's whisper building to a song. Music pulses through my veins, a soul-refreshing blood coursing from my heart outwards to release itself through my skin. I read aloud words of the greats from ages far removed... the Brontes, Hemingway, Fitzgerald...I feel the beauty of the words form upon my lips, a tender kiss of passion that leaves me lost in moments of intoxicating brilliance. Nature's majestic beauty is painted in vibrant colors...the sun rising in fiery coral, emerald hills rising and falling amist a delicate steel fog, yellow sunflowers larger than dinner plates dancing in gardens...a multitude of hues so vivid that I long to memorize everything around me, a mental snapshot of vitality.
I sit among tools of creation...colored pencils, blank paper, charcoals, paints, yarns of every texture and color, bamboo knitting needles, cameras, unfilled journals, an antique piano, wood, sandpaper, brushes...I want to use it all, to create tangible objects from the images in my mind. There is so much I want to create that it feels a bit overwhelming. And yet I am incredibly grateful...how long I have been waiting (without even knowing I was waiting) to feel this blessed pull back toward creativity.
