How lucky am I?
My original muse was David Swain.
He helped me find my niche.
He helped me find my balance.
He helped me find my footing.
He helped me know home.
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muse, David Swain (1923 – 2010)
would be turning 93 right now. My dear Dad.
He taught me to climb trees.
Folds, Spots and Wrinkles. A tree has no need for anti-ageing cream.
and know home.
I was not a confident little girl.
When I was seven,
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It’s been a long pregnancy.
In the time it takes for maybe three baby elephants, five whales or ten million microbes to be born, this blog has been gestating.
Why so long?
Desire and fear in equal measure. Let’s have a quick lesson in the Physics of Creativity According to Sally Swain.
Often as we come closer to fulfilling a burning dream, to honouring our creative yearnings, to saying YES to our authentic, alive, tingling selves, there’s a backlash. The equal weight of fear kicks in. It can be a tidal wave of doubt demons or the quiet ooze of avoidance and excuses. E might equal mc squared; I wouldn’t really know. But I do know that over twenty years’ experience of working and playing with my own creative process and that of others reveals that the Great Stultification can equal the surge of Creative Life Force. Continue reading →