Nature is continuously creative.
I am nature.
I am from this earth.
The breath of earth breathes through me.
The tides move in and out,
Pulled by the moon.
Ebb and flow are natural.
Exchange is natural.
Collaboration is natural.
Organisms work together.
Cells work together.
My body knows how to heal and communicate.
I let my body heal.
I let the nature in me know what it knows how to do.
Creativity flows through me every day,
Every second,
Every breath.
My body creates CO2,
Enzymes,
Hormones.
My mind creates thoughts and ideas,
Visions,
Iterations,
Relating,
Sorting,
Evaluating,
Synthesizing.
My hands make work,
Mold,
Material.
May the work of my hands and mind be good for all life.
May nature and universal consciousness use the material of my body and energy of my spirit towards the collective good.
Let me rest enough to heal and hold the possibility of a creative tomorrow.
Let me rest as the out breath that fosters renewal.
Creativity craves emptiness before refilling.
Thank you for this emptiness and rest that is valuable in its own right and rekindles the fire that heats tomorrow.
Resting now in creative emptiness allows me tomorrow to generate friction,
Heat,
Effort,
And flow.
Let me now rest in emptiness,
Completing out breaths deeply.
Breathing in deeply.
In.
I am alive and asleep with vitality.
So much work is being done autonomically while I sleep.
Cells are healing.
Ideas are forming.
Relationships are evolving,
Mending,
Continuing,
Ending,
Reforming.
This is nature's creative force at work.
Let me rest in possibility.
Visiting the stars of inspiration.
Safely submerging in unconscious.
May I be safe enough to join the unconscious.
Finding jewels of inspiration and ideas.
Safe enough to trust the great mystery.
I swim in nourishing dreams.
I see what is mine to see,
Here and now,
Out there and always.
A safe body rests,
Refilling.
Tomorrow,
When I wake up refreshed,
I'll take my time to notice what my eyes,
Ears,
Nose,
Skin,
Tongue,
And heart are sensing.
All food for my creative well-being.
I will easily start with curiosity,
The projects laid out for me.
I needn't understand yet.
Tomorrow,
I will trust curiosity and my senses to draw me into flow.
I will fuel myself as I work,
Pausing often to step back,
Look again,
And resume.
Creative work comes easily to my mind and hands and relationships,
And I love it.
Working hard comes from love,
Not from force.
I trust love.
I trust love to fuel and guide me.
I trust love to fuel and guide me in my creative work.
What comes through me,
What I make,
Is for the good of us all.
We are repairing,
Learning,
Growing,
Transitioning,
Emerging.
I can try new combinations.
It's fun to experiment,
Notice,
Discover.
Under the cover of night,
Under covers,
I sleep into new possibilities.
Becoming dreams,
Becoming someone who embodies freedom.
I stretch into space.
I move in rhythms.
I whisper and call.
The current takes me.
I steer gracefully with an effortless effort.
I trust what comes.
Even through doubt,
I stay with myself,
Kindly,
Not alone.
I am able to refine,
Clarify,
Polish.
I am able to share,
To present,
Without ego or restraint.
I am fully free to matter-of-factly share the food of what is ours.
My art is food.
My art is information.
My art is communication.
It rhymes with hearts.
My art is welcome.
My art is so welcome.
My art grows and flourishes,
Sending out roots in community garden.
My art feeds us.
My art is a resource,
Seeding fertile ground in others.
My art is good.
My art is important.
My art is worthy,
Wanted,
Needed,
And loved.
I am worthy,
Wanted,
Needed,
And loved.
I am water and light,
Electricity and carbon.
I draw with my bones.
In the many conversations I carry,
I put down what I can and continue along,
No big deal.
