Creativity was not created, and cannot be controlled, by man and his kind. Creativity is the child of imagination and whimsy, (also not created and controlled by man and his kind) Creativity is of the soul and of the spirit. Creativity drives a human being to give her/his/their unique form to sound, to color, to objects; to words, to life, to living; to protest and resistance. Creativity can be light, skimming the surface, like a little water bug. Creativity can be deep — rappelling into the darkness and the depths of soul wounding and toxic belief systems. Creativity is a muscle and like any muscle the more exercise it gets, the stronger it is. The actual process of creating is every color of feeling.
When you find yourself judging yourself (harshly) against society’s and familial invalidating paradigms — of who, what, and how you’re supposed to be — and/or enraged and lost in dystopic future (we’re all going to die tomorrow) — and you’re ready to break free from hamster-in-the-wheel thinking that is doing little more than making you feel worse than ever, say out loud, “I am going to change channels now. I am going to think about what man and his kind did not create.”
This statement does not deny, repress, or split you off from the stinking thinking and feelings you’re quite tired of feeling. This is important because if you split off, the feelings go into shadow, where they will continue to fester and grow, and ultimately call the shots in your life. Nobody wants toxicity to call the shots in their lives. Now, back to changing channels….I think of this as a creative response to walking through hell. Changing channels, thinking about what man and his kind did not create, makes room for other thoughts and feelings. You can hold more than one feeling at the same time; you can even hold opposing feelings at the same time. Who hasn’t loved and hated a person, a place, a thing, in equal measure?
I love thinking about what man and his kind didn’t create. Gravity, nature, fall. The first time I saw quadruple rainbows and had to pull the car off the road. The miracle that is my body. Fuchsia geraniums. Two black cats on a red Persian rug. Instinct, intuition. Clients I dearly love. The list goes on and can be new every time. Or a repeat of what I’ve written before. It doesn’t matter. What matters is thinking on these things makes me feel better.
Feeling better is ridiculously underrated – someone once said to me, “But Kat, feeling better doesn’t change anything!” I agree. Feeling better doesn’t change the horrors happening around you, it doesn’t change what you can’t control, and Goddess knows it’s a sh*t show out there. What feeling better does do is give you space to breathe, and we need that. I need that, because quite honestly I get so damn tired of feeling miserable, and hopeless, and utterly lacking in power to change anything.
Power is meant to serve humanity, not the other way around. Humanity contains the humane; without humanity, there can be no humane. Each of us are born with incredible power, but our programming/socialization does pretty much everything it can to destroy it; to make us fit. This purposeful misuse of power is the primary seed of collective and individual rage. Right use of power is not about control and keeping others on their knees and obedient. Right use of power is rooted in the eternal, of, by, and for self, humanity, and the planet. You always have direct access to the eternal. Re-member.
Stay creative, my darlings. Give yourself an opportunity to feel better and follow your path.
Live loud, love fierce, and suffer no fools. Kat x0x0x