Creativity Inspired by Emotional Chaos
"I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyielding calling and my passion." ~Elizabeth Reyes
Frustration scratches on the door of my creative mansion. I move quickly from room to room as mental toddlers run a muck in the the halls of my mind. I call out, demanding for the parental wordsmith to come quickly and scold the tyrants that are stirring up the dust of trepidation which prevents me from literary relief.
My wild, post trauma, mind prevents me from completion of thought yet, so poetically, it creates the unearthed foundation for me to reach deeper, and higher, as I intimately connect to the powerful force that takes me as its hostage. I willingly surrender for this is who I AM.
I dance in the chaos of creativity so eloquently that I know no other way of life. I intuitively follow each project as it beckons me beyond what I believe my earth-self is capable of. The enigmatic instructor who leads me through the dance pulls me closer to myself. I follow the steps that guide me, eventually laying bare as I become submissive to the dance; the chaos of creativity. Once again, I have been seduced by the passion that overtakes my mind, body, and soul. I linger in a blissful haze with each published work that has been crafted from the deepest caverns of my artistic being.
Do I turn down the music and lower the level of intensity to accommodate what separates me from them, or do I turn up the volume that will inevitably propel me further into vast continents and creative wonderlands? I have no choice but to revel in ecstasy as the clicking keyboard takes me to a more enlightened space of awareness. The soulful being that resides in this vessel tangles with words just as a lover tangles with the flesh and bones of his or her object of desire. I am in a space-less world where I engage with my passion, yet I am grounded as I read aloud to myself in order to properly edit the words that I have been frolicking in my own personal word haven.
This dance is creatively chaotic and wildly engaging. Spiritual word birth is nothing less than euphoric. Never will I know another dance, nor would I ever desire to. I will be faithful to the wordy muse that resides in my mind and heart. With each stroke of the keyboard, I am more deeply intertwined in the mystical creative dance that uses chaos as its personal choreographer.
"The muse will have to learn to be patient just as the savage beast of perfection will have to do the same. In tandem, they enhance the capacity to be lenient on the facets of life that dance on the raw nerves of my productivity." ~Rebecca L. Edwards