My Creative Process

So, this might be my most revealing, personal post yet. I have so far found beauty and truth and reflected with you on what matters most. But this post, is a glimpse into the contents of my soul.

After hearing Elizabeth Gilbert speak on creativity on Ted talks. (http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=fKyljukBE70) She spoke of Ruth Stone's creative process, and so for the first time, did I put words to my own experience of receiving an idea or creative flow.

I've never put words or throught to this, but my gathering of creative insight feels like a rain barrell. Drip. Drip. I find I am collecting thoughts. If the thought is too perfect and the words are "just so", I need a pen and paper immediately. If an apporximation is good enough, I can wait until my destination to write it down. (I often get insight while driving.) There is also a feeling of filling. If the barrell is getting too full and the drops are blending into one, I need to write more quickly to capture the individuality before it's lost into the coiffers of creative juice. Fuel none the less, but not refined, exquisit, glimpsed and felt while watching the drop fall. When I have more time I can expand on this, but I must capture it, so it is not lost. There is also a sense of a possibility of loss. And lost it may be-come. back to the oneness from which it game glittering and unique through these words for me to see, from source back to all that is one and no longer distinguishable. It is a timing thing, and some are lost. I always carry a pen and paper, not sure when it will come or when I want to meander with an idea. But I usually know when it is done, when the thought has passed.

Ruth Stone, can sometimes catch a poem by the last word, and pull it back, perfect and from back to front. This is how I record dreams.