I wonder. How do I routinely embody the powers of collective creativity when alone? For a few years now I have been cultivating my creative self through word and image while harnessing the energies of others when I have the opportunity. Sometimes when I am alone, I have the mindset that I am alone. Alone, struggling at times to faithfully put myself through the paces of writing something worthy. Seems like I am knotted up a bit binding me tightly in twisted thinking. Am I ever really alone? Isn’t it through the pairing of the Divine and art that I have something going? And is it not the Divine that I am accessing when I create in the company of others?
There is a slight breeze that runs across my bare arms. Shadows dance on the patio floor. My niece Erin nearby is sketching while I write and contemplate the creative spirit. This is a gift for which I am forever grateful.