Creatrix: she who makes

Another way to enact ritual is through creativity. When you take the essence of a dream’s wisdom and allow it to move you into making a painting, song, poem, sculpture, movement, or any other creative endeavour, it has a way of substantiating what might otherwise be lost in the ephemeral.

Initially, there is a dark fog you must pass through. I like to think of that fog as a curtain which obscures the outside world and turns us towards ourselves. Like the bowl that has yet to be filled, there is an emptiness that precedes creativity that is alive with potential. With ordinary eyes, it’s easy to mistake this emptiness for stagnancy. W

This synchronicity occurred because I felt such exquisite pleasure and experienced such divine comfort all day long that I was free to be a creative conduit.

Perhaps creativity’s greatest mercy is this: By completely absorbing our attention for a short and magical spell, it can relieve us temporarily from the dreadful burden of being who we are. Best of all, at the end of your creative adventure, you have a souvenir—something that you made, something to remind you forever of your brief but transformativ