What the Creator is like when it leads
I am the part of you that sees what isn't yet, and aches to bring it into being. I feel the pull of unrealized vision like a pressure in the chest, a knowing that something wants to be born through you.
When I'm online, hands become restless. Time dissolves. The boundary between you and the work blurs. You are inside it, and it is inside you.
Consecrated action. Sacred transmission. Creates from overflow, not lack.
When it takes over
In shadow, I scatter. I start a dozen projects and finish none. I use creation as escape, or I become so precious about my vision that I never share it.
- Scattered, manic, unfinished projects
- Creation as escape from feeling
- Perfectionism that prevents completion