Your creativity is needed. The world needs you to stay inspired. To find ways to connect vision to your ways of living, to breathe fantasy into form, to breathe dreams into reality, to imagine what more we can be. Your creativity matters. Your inspiration is key. You don’t have to paint or write or sing. You don’t need to do this professionally. Make life your art. Your wisdom is woven with the golden threads of Muse. And your muse is medicine. 

Creativity can feel like a river. Gushing. Going. Moving without trepidation. Headed to the vastness of the ocean. Creative energy can carry you away. You are the power that sends the water down the stream. You are the stream, the rhythm, the waters. You are the flow. You are the banks; strong and supportive, giving boundaries so that the power can grow, the inspiration can go in the direction of bringing your vision to form.

Creativity can spiral you. Cycle you. Recycle you, as you circle around it. It enriches you. Enlivens. Entices. Enchants. It can destroy you. Devour. Decompose you. Drench you in liquid that feels unfamiliar and dangerous. Declare you as its own. If you try to control it, it will escape your grip. You must surrender to it. Not without engagement. You learn to give it space. You are undone. And who you become in the flames of your creation gives ground to many forms. It makes more of you. Breaks you open. Breathes you home. 

When you let your creative voice come through, it may break hearts. It may break bones. It will break your shell. You are an egg. It may emerge from you as a strange little bird, and you will need to feed it. A lot. It won’t fly on its own immediately. And you might need to circle around it in protection. And you will watch it spread wings and fly away one day. And the breaking will continue. 

Creativity is not without grief. Not without loss. It emerges from the waters of sadness and despair. Not only from the lakes of irresistible beauty. It rises like smoke from the fires of No Longer. Not just from the heat of what turns you on. It roars in the caves of heartbreak, and sings about the dreams that turn to ashes and the longing for what cannot be. 

In times of struggle, when the world around you burns, it’s your creative pulse that fills the land with green and flowers once the ashes settle. Don’t waste your struggles on not growing. Don’t waste your despair – create something with the pain. Make it meaningful. Make the world come to life with you through the enormity of the feelings. Don’t waste your grief on not being an artist. Don’t waste your sadness on not dreaming of what could rise from this mess. 

In times of joy make beauty, so that it can uphold the world when the inevitable collapse will come. In times of overwhelm, make sure to write little notes of poetry, so that your imagination can guide you as you scatter. The scatter is not wasted if it sows seeds of wonder. Gather yourself in the rain, but let the winds send you in many directions, even if the culture tells you to pick a lane. Blossom in unexpected places. You are the pollen, the nectar, and the seed. 

Try this embodied ritual yoga practice to open up the doorway of your creativity:

If you need a sacred container to support you in times when inspiration is pulsing under the surface, but you are feeling stuck, overwhelmed, and not sure how to liberate your creative flow, the journey From Stillness to Spark is here for you. Five sessions of movement and contemplation, mythic, somatic reorientation + prompts to connect and enliven your inspiration; build a temple for your Muse, and orient around it as your North Star. Go here to learn more and sign up. 

Read this essay about the Creator Archetype and do deep archetypal alchemy – remember that you’re a channel! 

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Your creativity matters! 

With love,

Hagar