Creative Salt

Remembering who we are and why we are here.

Happy September love,

What a ride this summer has been. Some days felt long and humid, while others had the mornings and evenings blended quickly into one.

I don’t even know where to begin, but to say hello. This morning I began the day by dropping my daughters off to 2nd grade. 2nd!!! What happened? I have no idea.

I am rounding out the day, having finished work, sitting here with the warm breeze upon my face, prepping dinner, and looking around at the remnants of summer scattered across my entire house. It can wait until tomorrow to be put away, or even Saturday. Or not at all. The beach towel can stay there.

I have been inspired today by a colleague that I am encouraging to write her book. (Who am I to talk… I have been writing a book for years…) However, recently re-inspired, I just attempted to download my manuscript onto this new computer. Did it work? Eh, in parts. At least I tried.

Lately I haven’t been feeling the creative salt that I need in order to write. It isn’t that I am uninspired per se, but rather, I am simply busy. Work occupies a lot of time and energy. Two wild women children absorb an enormous amount of my energy. So, for the creative salt of life, my spiritual practice, and my ever present writing urge, it doesn’t leave a lot of room.

So, how do I make room? Today at least, I just decided to sit down. Right here at the kids table. I pushed their toys aside and pulled up a chair. Because I need the creative salt in my life. I desire the deep and rich conversations that inspire the creative salt. I yearn for the literature out there that speaks to our actual experiences. The depth. Oh my, do I crave the depth. And when my day to day doesn’t supply that, I need to seek it out for my own inner equilibrium. Otherwise, I end up stable, but deeply misaligned.

Right here, I suppose, I create it. I have to invoke it, otherwise I risk it not being present. I have no desire to chase either, but what I realize more and more each day is that the creative salt is always here. Too often I think we are taught that it is way out there, achieving somewhere in the ether. It’s not. It’ simple. It’s walking my kids to school. It’s giggling with them over silly words they make. It’s in the depth of conversations with friends. It’s in the every day healing and soul work we are all doing, even when in denial about it. It’s in the teachers. It’s in the health care workers. It is in the trenches with the people bloody and sweaty, doing the work and speaking the truth. I just have to keep paying attention to it all. Let myself be awed by the tiniest of hope glimmers.

I realize I ask as a lot of big questions. And I ask a lot of myself. Sometimes too much. AND, I think that is why I am here. To ask. To wonder. To be curious about the journey. Luckily, I find myself breathing more and more these days. Just exhaling into the moments that make up this beautiful life. I am laughing more. I am moving my body differently. Even if it is while trying to balance on a walking pad for the amount of virtual work I am doing. Walking and typing is FUNNY. Yet, I am inviting it all. The humor. The attempt at grace. I am trying to find the humanity in each day. I am recognizing that I am the creative salt I need in my life. All I have to do is see it. Feel it. And create whatever it is that I want with it.

Let’s all invoke a little more creative salt, shall we?

See you out there.

ah