As I was cycling today,
Something stirred within me,
Like a quiet wave rising to meet the shore.
Lately,
I've been feeling a boost of energy travelling through my body,
Subtle but potent,
As we've entered this full moon in Gemini,
The sign of curiosity.
I could feel creativity rushing through me,
Like wind through an open window,
Ideas bubbling up so fast that it was hard to catch them all.
In that moment,
I had this realisation,
If I don't create everything that's coming through me right now,
Will I lose access to it?
Will it ever come back again like this?
There was a fire in my belly,
A pull to act,
To birth,
To express,
But also a quiet fear,
A fear of losing this wave if I don't ride it fast enough.
I noticed the witness within me,
The one who observes without judgement,
Watching this dance between creation and hesitation,
And she whispered to me,
Both can exist,
The flow of inspiration and the fear of losing it,
The creative force and the stillness that asks us to simply feel.
That whisper made me curious,
Why is it that we often don't honour what's coming through unless we can produce it?
Why do we feel the need to capture inspiration instead of just being with it?
In the world of productivity,
The question becomes,
Should I create this?
But in the world of art,
Could the question simply be,
Can I enjoy this?
Can I just feel this idea like wind brushing across my skin and let that be enough?
Can it just be enough?
This also reminded me of a story from my favourite book,
The Life of the Buddha.
One day,
The Buddha was sitting with his students under the shade of a tree.
They were discussing the practice of effort,
How to strive,
How to meditate,
How to attain liberation.
One student,
A former musician,
Asked the blessed one,
Lord,
How do I know if I'm trying too hard or not trying hard enough?
The Buddha looked at him gently and asked,
When you play the stringed instrument,
What happened if the string was too tight?
The student replied,
It would break,
Lord.
And if it was too loose,
It would not play.
The Buddha smiled.
It is the same with the mind.
Tune it not too tight,
Not too loose.
Find the middle way.
That story stayed with me.
In moments of creative surge,
My mind wants to tighten,
To do,
To produce,
Preserve,
Share.
But the middle way invites me to soften,
To be with the experience itself.
Not every spark needs to be captured.
Some ideas come not to be made into something,
But to remind us of something.
That we are alive,
Awake,
Connected to something bigger than us.
Creativity is not always a command to act.
Sometimes it's an invitation to listen.
So,
My dear friend,
If you,
Like me,
Have moments when inspiration rushes through like a river and you feel the urgency to do something with it,
Pause,
Take a breath,
Be the witness.
Ask yourself gently,
Can I just feel this?
Can I hold this beauty without needing to mold it?
Maybe before you even create it,
You can just feel it.
You can be with it long enough to enjoy how it has come to you,
How it's making you feel,
How it's showing up in your world,
Especially inside of you.
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
The idea itself was the gift and feeling it fully is the most sacred act of creation.
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