There was never a time when creativity was more desperately needed than today. Creativity, intuition, spirituality. They are all aspects of the one energy which informs our world. When our innate creativity is denied or suppressed it tends to erupt in its shadow form, wreaking havoc and destruction.
What then is creativity? It is simply the divine spark of life energy within us all which desires to manifest. This impulse to expression is not the prerogative of specialists and artistic experts only nor is creativity confined to the expressive arts, though the arts are a sublime expression of the creative impulse. All people hold this gift but unfortunately we do very little to encourage the young to find this gift within themselves and in each other. To be human is to be an artist for it is a participation in the vibrant energy of life itself. Life is proliferate and generous and invites us into the creative dance of opposites. Life calls to life, exploring its own magnificence and experimenting with myriad creative expressions at every level of our existence.
Creativity must be nourished if it is to develop and grow. When the focus is on entering fully into the process, our artistic endeavors produce wonders. Creation is a deeply spiritual act and the artist must practise the art of surrendering fully to the process. Eventually the song will begin to sing us, the story will write us and the wood carving will pull our spirit in.
Song of the Woodcarver (written for my sister who is a carver)
I caress you gently with my hands
and feel the ancient heartbeat of the wood;
a legacy in bark and bole that sang
a history from the start of time until
the humming saw with violence came
and cut you down in pieces to be sold
away from sun and wind and rain
and seasons passing tale within your spine.
Now upon my bench
you lie inert and still, waiting for
the healing stroke of carving tools
pulling to light the poem within your grain
setting the spirit free for all to see.
I cut and chip and smooth in a synergy
of dancing wood that soothes my soul
and lifts me to another world
where creator and creation blend
together into one
and sing a song of wood.