Happy Birthday, Baby Crow!

keepingmydemonsatbayIt is 4:38 a.m.  The sky is daylight, enough to see by.  Our resident crow family is awake.  Baby Crow is singing.  Feed me, mama.  His needs and wants begin at daybreak.  I hear him all day.  He is big enough to feed himself, but he loves the attention that mom and dad and older sibling offer.  Connection.  Care.

Today, and every day, I am Baby Crow.  Feed me, I call to Source.  Words.  Ideas.  My writer’s heart is hungry.

I am always wanting to make something.  The creative heart that is me is always eager, excited, anticipating.  ‘’Yes!’’ is her answer to the ideas and the words that Source offers.

It is more than want.  It is the need to create, each day bring something new into being.  Feel energy and promise.  Feel idea that whispers ‘’I am love, let me play.  Let me be born.  I choose you, I choose your creative heart to receive and cradle me, give me form, give me beauty, and let me fly.’’

This is creation energy meeting and matching the energy in my heart.  This is potential felt, accepted and loved, formed through attention and grace to become alive here in this world.

You might say I am writing this.  I am the artist, writer, creator.  True.  But I do this in always-partnership with Source who is also Artist, Writer, Creator.  We meet and match each other, and spark life.

This is my gift on this day.  To hear Source whisper to me, ‘’Let’s play.  I choose you.’’  And my creative heart shouts back, ‘’Yes!’’  A gift to me.  A gift to you who reads this, and feels the words and the love that moves within them.

Happy Birthday, Baby Crow!  Let’s play!

Postcard #4 – Start here

Where I Am Not
Where I Am Not

I have a new sticker for my laptop.  It reads ‘Get Lost. Write.’  The sticker is from Camp Nanowrimo.

Getting lost in my writing is a good thing.  Getting lost and scared before I write is not a good thing.

There is no map for writing.  The map is created as I move my head and heart and hands across the page and the keyboard.  I call myself Writer.  I could call myself Explorer.

I read other writers’ maps, and they give me clues to what I might find in my map.  The key word is ‘might’.  Their maps are not mine.  The map I create is my own, the trails and geography unique to me.

I have learned to start here, exactly where I am in my life in this moment.  I learned this from Julia Cameron’s and Natalie Goldberg’s maps.

I know here, a familiar place to step out from.  If I come to my day’s writing feeling lost and scared, forgetting how the words always do flow, I start here.  Where I am, what the weather is doing, how I am feeling, what I want to write today.  I let my writing be just what I am thinking, seeing, feeling, what is in front of me.  I do this as long as I need to.  And then my head and heart and hands slip from thinking about my writing to just writing.

The writing is not scary.  It’s the thinking that is scary, and it’s not real.  It’s not true.

What is true is the writing I have already done.  The ideas I have for writing not yet created.  The place I have made for myself in my life to write and love what I write.  The permission I have given myself.

I am a Writer, an Explorer.  I create my map as I go, and I always start here.

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Mentioned in this post:

Julie Cameron, ‘The Artist’s Way’ and more    http://juliacameronlive.com

Natalie Goldberg. ‘Writing Down the Bones’ and more    http://nataliegoldberg.com

Camp Nanowrimo     http://campnanowrimo.org