Inspiring minds want to know, want to feel, want to create through dreams and passions. David duChemin explains very well how to do so in his new book, A Beautiful Anarchy – “When the Life Creative Becomes the Life Created.”
I’ve been reading quite a bit about how social media affects us as creative beings and as communicators and how it can cause us to be the the lesser of both. It is amazing how we let our lives become so entangled in a world of opinions, negativity and continuously defeating ourselves through those opinions and negative words.
duChemin’s statement in the text of A Beautiful Anarchy reads on creativity that it, “invites criticism, which in turn invites fear and soon we’re back to hiding in the shadows” is poignant and truth.
This morning I sat down to finally read the free excerpt from the book which I’ve been putting off because I knew from his past books that it would motivate me which in turn scares the crap out of me. How David writes makes it seem as though he is speaking directly to you, about your current state of affairs. Its freakishly alarming how hard it hits to your core.
Back in November, right before I had my appendectomy I was experiencing symptoms which I dismissed because, one, I have a high tolerance of pain and two well, I’m stubborn about going to doctors/hospitals.
I watched my granny go though agonizing pain of having long needles inserted into her sides to withdraw fluids that the doctors couldn’t explain at the time why they needed to treat her with this method. Maybe at the time (over 25 years ago) they felt I was too young to understand, but to me I was there with her, holding her head on my shoulder as she cried out in pain.
Or perhaps it was watching my dad, the strongest man I know hooked up to hospital tubes, not being able to speak, or move when he was only a week removed from a flu shot. Only to have him pass away a week later.
I guess my own lack of creativity has been nagging at me. Not being Creative in my Life Created!
Since having the doctors tell me I had acute gangrenous appendicitis, I’ve felt like I have the need to do something more. Not more than what I have, but more than what I’ve done with what I have.
Before heading to the hospital on that Saturday of the surgery I went upstairs to work at my usual 4am. I was unable to because the pain had become so excruciating that I ended up falling asleep on the coach. I woke up from a dream in my office telling me that if I didn’t go downstairs and get Rick to take me to the hospital – I was going to die. It gives me chills and tears well up just thinking about it…
That entire experience of going through surgery and then having a severe reaction to the antibiotics makes me feel almost to the point of celebrating my blessings more, appreciating them more, and living creatively through them more.
I’ve never been afraid of hard work, but something I’ve neglected is enjoying all of the things I’ve accomplish through all that hard work. Taking time to laugh more carefree, putting off worrying about getting something finished today when there really isn’t a time limit. Enjoying a cup of coffee down by the river, instead of at my computer as I fight to wake up in order to get my work down before moving on to even more chores. Taking the moment to breathe and be quiet is always something I’ve had a hard time doing and when I think about it is scary.
I have big dreams and goals I want to accomplish this year with our life together, work, in completing the projects I’ve started in our home, with the horses and enjoying the beauty that surrounds us. But yet I sit only wishing I would have went on that hike or taken the day off from texturing the walls and painting.
The other day I watched a documentary on photographer Bill Cunningham, “Bill Cunningham New York” and thought to myself if only everyone enjoyed life the way Bill did it would be a beautiful thing. If you haven’t seen it it truly is something wonderful.
But unlike Bill and David most of us don’t live creatively or for that matter in the moment – because fear of not doing something becomes so much easier than actually doing.
I suppose writing this all out and finally accepting responsibility for not living creatively in the life I’ve created is a huge step in the right direction.
So, please excuse me while I go and have that cup of coffee down by the river…
Christian, ranch wife, mama to a wee lil yorkie and three buckskins.
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