Almighty Art

Why Making It Matters

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I am most healthy when my creativity flows. All humans crave the expression of their souls, and I am no different.

But though creating is essential to my life, sharing my creations makes me freeze. Exposing my writing to the world feels akin to spilling my blood! As though I were letting my life force flow dangerously far from my heart. I feel I may die.

I wish I could share my art with a shrug instead.

I wish I could work like a child busies themselves collecting flowers in the forest only to switch to another equally compelling task like making a pie from the soil, all without a moment’s hesitation. I must remember I am making bouquets for the cosmos, not draining my veins.

More joy, less drama, Hilary.

More curiosity, less fear, woman.

More play, less analysis, and the warmth and balance will return.

Just as someone will delight in that cluster of blossoms found on the trail, the birds will enjoy the unearthed worms from the mud pie, and my words might tickle another into dancing with their own. I would like to be a part of that.