Lessons Learned
A Glimpse
Into The Creative Spirit
Time. Patience.
Non-judgment. Safety. These things all are mandatory for a creative spirit to
feel free to create. A creative spirit comfortably and frequently dwells in a
place of great vulnerability. This place is one where wide open emotions, wild
imaginings, and novel, exciting connections intersect. It is an
exhausting and exhilarating place all at once. The birth of an idea occurs in a
place where a brave creative spirit is willing to take a great risk and expose
his or her heart. For example, a composing artist might be inspired by a
landscape, an event, a relationship, a life story, or any other of an infinite
number of inspirational sources, and then the seed of that inspiration takes
root in imagination’s fertile soil. While germinating, the inspiration, for a
composing artist, develops an identifying sound and a musical color which will
ultimately be creatively translated into a melody. Sometimes this creative
process takes a great deal of time, sometimes it unexpectedly bursts forth from
seemingly nowhere, but in any case, it cannot be timed, measured, demanded of,
or really even controlled. It just is as it is. Which comes first, the lyrics
or the melody? There is no standard recipe. There is no prescribed order or
flow chart design. It just is. And when pen finally puts creativity to
paper, we see the fruit emerge. The fruit of this particular creativity is a
song. A unique melody. A unique combination of words. A
unique color of emotion extracted from the original inspiration. This
unique musical composition depicts the artist’s very own musical connection to
the object of inspiration, and to be invited to hear this melody by the
artist’s hand is to indeed be considered a trusted confidant. Words need
to be few in this moment of hearing a new song. One who snaps to
reckless judgment, one who values to the highest priority the narrow parameters
of extreme efficiency, one who typically favors status quo in general, one who
is easily distracted and unable to simply breathe in the awesomeness of
newness, one to whom nothing is ever quite good enough, these would rarely be
the ones invited into this moment of creativity unveiled. These are
actually the ones who bind the creative spirit within boxes of ordinary,
predictable, beigeness. Within these boxes creativity suffers and dies,
for creativity must be free if it is to exist at all. Be gentle with the
creative spirits in life, in your home, in your classroom, in your workplace.
They see the world a bit differently. They see possibilities unnoticed by
others, and possibilities stir hope. Sometimes the possibilities they see drive
them, compel them to travel to distant places. The compulsion to see and to
know and to pursue the possibility burns inside the creative spirit,
unrelenting and intensifying until the bags are packed and the journey has
begun. And the standers-by, the loving, safe, supportive arms that have held
them all along need to loosen their hug and let them go. Let them go despite
the fears, despite the tears, for a creative spirit is destined to fly, to seek,
to soar. Although dream realization and dream shattering disappointment forever
dwell concurrently as equal possibilities, the hope of the realization fills
the heart and motivation of the ever-optimistic creative spirit. The try is
worth the quest. The hope is worth the risk. The dream, the faith, the belief,
the conviction is so unwaveringly fierce that doubt is buried and forgotten. A
creative spirit is willing to leap into the unknown for the strong promise of what
could be. They defy despair, and the gifts they bring to the issues of life which
we all grapple with both individually and corporately may just hold the promise
of a solution. Would that we each seek to be mentored through a season by one
who is a creative spirit and experience first-hand the jubilation of
possibility.
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