I was mid yoga pose today when I had an epiphany. I haven’t used that word in ages. Nowadays it’s more about “insights” or even “revelations”, but this was most definitely an epiphany.
It echoed something that popped into my mind briefly this morning. Something about creativity. And here it was, more fully formed of an idea and just what I needed in my life right now.
I’ve been observing myself the last few months, and others around me. How are we handling these strange times? I’ve found that so many of my tried and true methods feel…old and irrelevant. Like a dull axe or a matchbox that’s been struck too many times to spark.
I was thinking and feeling something so quietly that I didn’t notice it. But then it came to the surface. It’s that I should have things figured out by now. Or that they should be “done” by now. Perfect, fixed, under my command in some way.
And if all my living and trying hasn’t whipped things into shape by now then…I’ll just steep in this undetected feeling of futility. Futility. I think that’s what it is. I see it and feel it within myself and as I look around at others.
But I don’t know how it got there. Rolling around in my thoughts and making my bones a little extra tired than usual. What happened?
I was convinced to give up in some way. Nothing felt new or fresh or exciting. Those trying to be inspirational talked too much of the past, trying to ‘get back to normal’. I realized how absolutely horrible that sounded.
Everything has changed, and it will never be “back” to anything it was before. That’s not how life works, it doesn’t move backwards. I realized I was thirsty for the new. What exists here that has never been before? What kind of new beauty or intrigue exists as a result of all that has changed?
That’s what I’m interested in. I don’t care about normal, or going back, or the practicality of dealing with changes. I want to know about the New that is available to us now. We live in a new world and it’s about time to turn my mind towards exploring it.
Which gets me to that epiphany. It was something along the lines of, “Heba, get creative! Stop thinking about how things are or what limitations exist and let it go. Get C-R-E-A-T-I-V-E.”
Oh yeh, creativity. I forgot about it. To sit back and be creative energetically, to be creative with my thinking. To really step outside the box and see what’s out there. I kept limiting my own creativity. I kept making it realistic.
But all that we know or have known in “reality” came from some unseen, creative place. Everything I love now was nothing before I lived it. It didn’t exist for me until I experienced it. And sometimes I set off to create more of the same, but that’s not how things came to me in the first place.
They came spontaneously. Or…one thing just led to another. Life unfolded itself and I fell in love with its details.
Have we forgotten to be creative because we’re all-consumed by the current status of the world? By our own woes and worries and fears?
Well, here’s your reminder to get creative. [And mine too.] Start imagining, imagine past your imagination even. Let go of all you’ve known and start discovering this new world with me. Can it be better than it ever was before? Can we honor those you didn’t get the chance to see what’s next?
Love: 