There’s been a shift. How, why or when exactly it happened elude me. I feel light. Free. Alive. For the first time in a while my body is positively BRIMMING with creative energy.
I'm well aware that my life is a GINORMOUS break-up cliche these days but I couldn't give a flying (insert expletive of choice). I can’t stop running, painting, collaging, organizing, reading, writing, yoga(ing?), you get the gist. I’m listening to “Hotel Song” by Regina Spektor on repeat, devouring “The Diary of Anais Nin: Volume 1” (the journal of a French bisexual writer living in Paris in the 30s), and am obsessed with the following quote about creativity:
“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others."
- Martha Graham
Wishing you some similarly creative inertia (it rocks!).