Where Creativity Goes to Die and Resurrect

Sometimes...messages find you when you least expect them.

This message found me on the internet. I know that there are a fathomless number of hardships that are out there waiting to pluck one of us from the crowd. Everyone gets their turn eventually. And there is no rhyme or reason. No fairness. No limit for some. And are these hardships comparable? Weighted? No. No, they're not. Suffering is relative to one's own experience and ability to respond. Suffering should be respected for what it means to the person it impacts without judgement or comparison. Suffering is not punishment or deserved. Just ask Job.

In my life, suffering initially triggered the need for a creative outlet and then, later in life, it suffocated it. I ponder this often, but no understanding comes. What sparks the tinder can also smother the flame. One can contemplate it or ignore it or just accept it without understanding. I don't know what works best. I don't have the insight to pick it apart. I do know, eventually, when the time is right, lifting oneself up brings the light a bit closer. Whether that is lifting your head from your pillow, sitting in the tub to take a shower because standing is too much to ask, or whatever endeavor gives a lift in mood. Bit by bit. Reclaiming power has a way of sparking and not smothering the creativity that was hibernating until its joy becomes possible, seen, welcomed.

It's there not too far away. Be patient. Be forgiving. Be ready.

Maybe solace can be found in a work of fiction. A place to escape. I don't know for sure, but maybe. TY tinybuddha.com for your message and TY to the universe that brought it to me.