So it’s been a while since I wrote.  Things have been rather tumultuous on the homefront; my younger child had a serious medical crisis and we’re still dealing with the fallout, and adjusting to a new norm.  I tried to write about it, but I couldn’t integrate my experience in any meaningful way to form coherent ideas.  I feel like I’m just starting to come out of shock and transition into a recovery period.

I recently discovered the writing of one Elizabeth Gilbert.  I had deliberately steered away from her work, as the first I had heard of her was “Eat Pray Love” and its widespread popularity.  Luckily for me, I came across “The Signature of All Things” and from the first page I was captivated.  From there, my sister suggested “Big Magic” which I am yet to read, as I am waiting for it to come back into the library, but am currently hooked on her related podcast “Magic Lessons”.  Magic Lessons are, simply, a revelation.

I feel like I’m attending a masterclass in creative manifestation, and I now feel a great urgency to bring forth my deepest creative desires.  Which brings me to this post.  It seems my creations are hovering, quietly, in the wings, waiting for me to emerge from the dressing room, to glide onto stage in one, beautifully synchronised, perfectly polished and orchestrated work…but I’m not ready.  I’m behind the door, desperately thumbing through the manual, looking for the notes I scribbled in the margins about how best to execute one’s ideas.  How To Be Ready.

And then I realise.  It’s impossible.  There is no manual for this shit.  You have to start with what you’ve got, and pull it together as you go.  There’s nothing to polish if you never produce anything to start with.  Time to get scrappy.