Yesterday, the writing came easy, thoughts made it to words on the page. I could hear the keys clicking and enjoyed the gathering endorphins.
The writing process, when that happens, feels so good, like releasing a balloon go from your tight tight grip, then watching it rise and rise.
Creating, in all forms, I imagine, is a beautiful process, even when undetected much like the flower bursting from a bud on a branch. We may not see the flower bloom but we saw the bud, the branch and the flower. There was a creative process somewhere, in-between an evening and an afternoon spring rain.
It seems creating, is about the process (intentional or unintentional) as much as the outcome. Take; the music flowing from your instrument, the basketball swish swish swishing into the net, the paintbrush defining and stroking, numbers sliding into place revealing answers hidden in figures, perspective and light revealed to the eye of the photographer, a chef with busy hands selecting amount and ingredient, the teacher slowly moving her finger on the page next to a young reader, a mother driving with care while praying for her children, the launderer folding a man’s shirt with crisp style and a grandfather woodworking with grandson beside.
All of it, our imaginative lives, reflective of our Savior – making a sunrise that has us all pausing to praise (intentionally or unintentionally) Him with our uplifted eyes.
The creative process is a gift. We are artists, in our purposeful designing as well as in our daily must-do’s. When we take the time to put ourselves forward with purpose and intent a new level of creativity is bloomed. Revealing an aesthetic in our brokenness, showing us, through our actions, a great creative God is; the Author of, the Painter to, the Mathematician lining up, the Father caring for, the Creator making our interesting lives and we get to participate in the process.
Cheers, Rebecca A