I have always known that it’s important to prioritize creativity if you actually want to produce something, be it music, a blog entry, art, or a meal. I am also aware that knowing and doing can be a hopeful illusion instead of a practiced reality. You’ve got to be intentional. To that end, my family made some space to create together. This first creative outing involved a short walk to the James Castle house for an open drawing session. (If you’ve never heard of James Castle, his is a fascinating story that is worth knowing.) All four of us got out the art supplies and were head down for at least an hour in our attempts at art.
Here’s a few samples:
Our second creative family date was just last night where we headed to The Cabin for a writer’s workshop. We were led by a fabulous facilitator and given a piece to read, disect, and use as inspiration for our own piece to come. We spent an hour plus learning with a handful of other writers in town, observing outside, playing with words on paper. Here’s what began to emerge from my pen.
“This is the pace of leisure: eyes staring into a memory so deeply that the bustle becomes background; shoulders relaxing like butter in the kitchen on a warm day, punctuated shouts interrupting the reverie that nearly drew you right instead of left; the rippling of fabric over a still body; time to notice the bugs at your feet and be shocked by their hurry.”
I think these simple (and free) acts whet our collective appetite for the high of creativity. As I write these words, I hear the din of my son drumming downstairs and the melodic whine of my daughter’s violin playing simultaneously. I smell the freshly baked blueberry muffins on the counter. I am thankful for summer space to hone our various crafts. While it is not always the norm, I am hopeful for continued rhythms of slow pace that teach us to look, listen, and respond.
May the creative God remind us all that, in bearing His image, we are called to create and bring our gifts to the table. It is who we are.