Each point of contact with other living beings, whether that be our family or friends, strangers in the street, or even our pets, can be viewed as a creative act. A smile, a touch, some spoken words artfully spoken in the right moment.
Or sitting in contemplation - of the sunset, or the stars, or maybe the pile of dirty dishes that has accumulated in the sink, or watching our children play. Those moments when we sink in and reflect on ourselves and our lives - how is that not creation?
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I know I dance with this balance. Often. With that feeling that I should be doing something, should be making something. Should be producing.
And yet, when I sit and get quiet, I hear something different. Just Be. Listen. Reflect. Enjoy. When called to create something, to produce, then do that. Otherwise...just Be.
Can we learn to value this state of being as much as we value production? That inner percolation, the crucible from which life emerges...this is creation in its most literal sense. Out of nothing, out of the void, comes all creation. Inner and outer.
Recently I came across these words from Osho. They touched something inside of me; a deep recognition of truth:
"There are two types of creators in the world: one type of creator works with objects - a poet, a painter, they work with objects, they create things; the other type of creator, the mystic, creates himself. He doesn't work with objects, he works with the subject; he works on himself, his own being. And he is the real creator, the real poet because he makes himself into a masterpiece." - OshoSince I read these words, I find I'm paying much more attention to what I'm creating in my day to day life, and how that creation comes to be. I'm cultivating a deeper appreciation of what it is to create, and a broader definition of creativity. Of what it feels like to just follow my thoughts and impulses, to be quiet when I feel like being quiet, and to become active - to produce - when I'm inspired to do that. To dance between inner creation and outer creation.
We all have our moments of peak production. And we all have our moments of quiet reflection. And I notice we often have unkind thoughts and words for those moments of quiet: I was a real slug today. What a couch-potato. So lazy. I can't seem to get into gear today. What if we surrender to those moments of quiet, honor our need for a little respite in the rat race, and just allow ourselves to be? See that time as an act of creation - of working on ourselves, polishing up the mystic in us?
I invite you to play with this contemplation as you move through your days:
Notice your moments of production and your moments of quiet. What regenerates you, re-fills your cup? When do you do your best thinking and reflecting?
As you identify those moments of reflection and regeneration, acknowledge them as an act of creation. Even if its sitting and contemplating your dirty dishes, notice what's happening inside of you.
When the inner critic emerges - which it likely will, since we're so socialized into always producing - notice that, too.
And when you can get to the place where you smile at your inner critic, when you can see how that critic emerges from conditioning, then you can open into an entirely new layer of creative energy. The inner mystic, creating a masterpiece of the self. Dancing between the world of outer creation and the world of inner creation.
This is, truly, the dance of life.
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