I was an artistic, creative child; always inquisitive, but shy, too. I invented a lot of scenarios for my dolls to exprience, and I believed in fairies and magick. I knew from a very young age that there was more.
Being creative was like a religion for me. If I wasn't creating, I felt dead inside. I remember the hot summer day I awoke(at age 10) and asked my mother who would live in 'our' house hundreds of years after we'd gone. She looked at me puzzled, 'Well, I don't know', was her reply. She was asking why as I ran to locate a small metal file box I'd acquired for school but never ended up needing. I was so excited about the prospect of making a time capsule to bury, I hadn't noticed the storm moving in. I sat on the floor of our garage watching the rain fall hard on the steaming pavement, happily filling my 'time capsule' with odds and ends, including a small locked diary, which seemed very necessary to the process. The lightening made the approaching evening darkness seem otherworldly, and I could almost see all of time in one small moment then---all the way backward, and all the way forward...and I imagined who might open my treasured time capsule someday. As the rain slowed to a mist, I dug a hole in the yard where I couldn't be seen from the kitchen window. Just as I was finished, Mother called me for dinner. I placed the baggie-sealed box in the hole and covered it all back up with dirt. I placed the grassy turf on top last. Satisified with myself and my glorious secret, I went inside for dinner.
Many years later, I think about the time capsule and wonder just how many years it will indeed be before someone finds that box. It could be a hundred. At the time I was creating my time capsule, I had not realized that I was but a tiny part of something we call universal creative energy, which is the source of all things in the Universe. I placed bits of my energy into a box, watched as the rain mysteriously came out of nowhere to soften the Earth enough for me to dig a good-sized hole, and buried the box in Mother Earth as if planting a seed. That morning, I had a creative fire within me that ripped me from my bed like a wildcat---who knows where that came from, but in my humble opinion, it came directly from the source, The Divine. And I knew somewhere in the vast halls of eternity, someone would touch the energy that was on those treasures, the energy that was me. And with a smile, they would connect, the same way that each and every one of us is connected like spiders in the giant web of the Universe.
I am, to this day, passionate about creating---whether I'm manifesting a lovely oracle to help others explore their subconscious or higher selves, or cooking a delicious dish for my family to enjoy. The list goes on, and as I create, I always intend to leave a positive energetic impression upon the Universe, which will hopefully trickle down and bring inspiration to another soul who needs to make a change and longs to create their own personal gift for humanity in some way. I feel that Creativitiy IS Spirituality, and vice versa. The inspiration for creativity, in whatever way, comes directly from that which the Universe has already blessed us with.
If we have something we are passionate about in our lives already, we will be passionate about creating more of that same energy. I challenge you to spend some time thinking about how every day is magickal, filled with potential, and alive with an energy just awaiting your seeking hands to bring it to life. Use your creativity to help others become inspired. You'll love yourself for it!
Namaste'~ Autumn
