Oceans Delight

I love the sounds, sights and smells of the ocean, well most of the time anyway. I love watching the fisherman scalloping, clamming, or fishing they harkens back to a time when lives revolved around the plentiful if not exceedingly difficult treasures that the ocean offers, if you dare. Fishing as a way of life is not for the feint of heart.

 The same can be said of the artist who seeks to find their own way, their own creative spirit. Like fishing, being hearty and brave expressing their creativity and sharing pieces of their heart and soul for others to see and potentially judge, is also not for the feint of heart.

 Whenever an artist creates anything, they are exposed and vulnerable, a piece of them is “out there,” and now people will see the real you; raw, unfiltered and authentic. To expose their creative spirit to others is the height of bravery for in the process of allowing the art out, you inevitably invite others in

For the creative spirit to flourish, like the sea, there must be all kinds of bounty and delights for every creature, everyone must have something to offer and something to glean. There should always be a hint of daring or wariness that allows us to push ourselves and our commitment to creativity just the tiniest bit farther than we expected.

 Like the fish, clams and scallops below the ocean’s shimmering surface we must dig deeper still to live another day and to create the kind of art, the kind of life we choose to live. Our creative sprit ebbs and flows like the ocean tides and like the fisherman we venture out on the murky sea to rediscover ourselves, to reveal our weaknesses, test our strengths, and emerge victorious in our creative quests once again.

Working it Out!

There are so many days that I have to drag myself off to the gym to workout with Mark, my super trainer from PhysicalSculpting@wordpress.com. Before I get there I think of all the ways I could or should beg off working out that day. You know the standard excuses, I’m tired, I didn’t sleep, is this even working, I hate crunches, I wrote yesterday, I deserve a break, right?

Still more times than not I push myself to go workout and remind myself that I am doing a little each day, baby steps even, it’s just important that I DO IT! Though I love applause, and who doesn’t, discipline is about doing the work even when there is no one around to applaud or to see your blood, sweat and tears.

I often feel the same way about writing, photography, blogging or any other creative venture that I undertake, the same excuses rattle around in my head trying to deter me from pushing myself a bit more. It requires the same discipline to sit down and write, read, study, take photographs, upload photos, etc. to keep my creative muscles tuned and primed as it does for my to keep my body toned and strong. Nothing replaces the work.

I have to remind myself that it is the way I feel after I have embarked on my exercises both physical and creative that keeps me coming back for more, digging deeper and challenging myself a little bit more everyday. I derive a sense of accomplishment, confidence and pride in myself that I didn’t take the easy way out and I pushed myself to do what is absolutely the best thing for me.

It simply requires that I show up and put in the time and work. It doesn’t hurt when your trainer says, “look at the muscles in your legs, they are sick.”

Ok, a smattering of applause and praise for a job well done doesn’t hurt either.

Your Body Is a Work of Art

                      

Yesterday during a grueling workout with my personal fitness coach, Mark of Physicalsculpting@wordpress.com, he said something very interesting that caught my attention. He said, “The body is a work of art”. So is taking care of your body and to do that you need to create a healthy, exercise driven, spiritually balanced life.

That got me to thinking about our bodies and how much time we all spend critiquing our bodies, good and bad. Ultimately, we can’t really change our faces, (although I guess with the advent of botox there is some room for creativity), but we can alter the shape and tone of our bodies through consistent and diverse workouts.

Like creating a great work of art, our bodies need conditioning, commitment and diligence to achieve the best body of art, (pun intended), that we can. Like our creative processes it is the daily grind when no one is looking where the small victories lie. We persevere and are persistent in creating our craft and our bodies are no exception.

So thanks to Mark for reminding me and inspiring me to look at my body as a work of art, in motion and frankly, in transition.  When Mark is training me he is creating my routines and I am working in harmony with him to create my best body for health, aesthetics, and longevity. In the world of creativity, this too is art.

The Creative Process

I discovered that being disconnected from my heart and soul also meant I was disconnected from my ability to create, respect or even appreciate art. I had lost my way and I had buried my head in the sand and fear became the voice that drowned out my brave creative spirit.

The catalyst that jolted me from my self-imposed numbness was my father’s illness and subsequent death a couple of years ago. During a rare moment of total honesty he told me, “Fear will destroy you inside and out. It will cause your life to shrink until you are barely existing or living at all.”

I couldn’t say exactly what I was afraid of but I did know that I couldn’t be creative or even happy when I was so afraid to be me. I thought of my sons who lived life fearlessly and without censoring or judging each experience as a success or a failure. They didn’t ponder creativity or where it came from they just leapt into life trying first one thing then another, sometimes just to have the experience and then letting it go. How could I be more like them, fearless?

It is funny to discover that behind the wall of fear was my creative self waiting to be reborn and all I had to do was stop, listen and step out on faith. The thing I knew I needed to do was tap back into the me who loves art, music, writing, dancing, photography, etc. in other words I needed to begin creating not only art but the life I wanted to live, free of fear.  To create art of any sort I would need to rediscover the joy and the process of getting lost in creating art.

Creativity is a process, not a destination. Having your name in lights or people applauding your brilliance is the end result of your creative process; it’s letting go of fear and other people’s expectations that allow us to create our art, to be brave, fearless and bold. No one teaches us about the process, the blood, sweat and tears that are required to tap into your heart and create something once invisible and make it visible for others to see.  

No one creates a masterpiece the first time out of the block. There are drafts and ideas that don’t come to fruition but the process of discovering your voice and your niche drive you again and again to create. It is in the sacred place of process, creation, and faith that you begin to hear your own voice again and you find out who you really are and what moves you.

 I need the creative process to nurture my soul and I need to let go of the end product and any judgments that aren’t mine. People will like it or not, but I will still create because that feeds my soul. I continue to challenge myself to live a fear-free life and leaping and having the net appear has restored my faith.