It is six A.M., and I am working. I am absentminded, reckless, heedless of social obligations, etc. It is as it must be. The tire goes flat, the tooth falls out, there will be a hundred meals without mustard. The poem gets written. I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame. Neither do I have guilt. My responsibility is not to the ordinary, or the timely. It does not include mustard, or teeth. It does not extend to the lost button, or the beans in the pot. My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive. If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. Rejoice even more if I do not arrive at all.
There is no other way work of artistic worth can be done. And the occasional success, to the striver, is worth everything. The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time. ~Mary Oliver
and then you remembered how much you love to just play and dance and let the day go by….
inquiry for today~ make a little mess today…..find a way to be a little crazy for an idea…..lift it up and just forget one essential moment of the day……and smile about it….
Creation is a process of emanation. Nothing will happen unless we start working and allow the practice of our particular disciplines to mix with the streams of ideas and experiences that are constantly moving through daily life. These currents are never “blocked.” Therefore, the practice of creation involves the ability to tap into them. But nothing happens with a creative work unless I set to work with a faith that the ultimate form will emerge. Goethe said, “Begin, and the work will be completed. ~Shaun McNiff