(photo by Ashlee Raubach)
I’ve been doing a lot of creative work lately. The only way I got through all of it was to make time for creative rest.
This isn’t me thinking per se about being creative, but allowing the universe to bring things to me in the most creative act of synchronicity.
What has come?
Editors asking me for book ideas.
Agents finding me opportunities that I would have never applied for myself.
Friends who know the right people that suddenly turns into something amazing.
Things I wish for showing up unbidden.
Peace showing up in the midst of chaos.
From the empty middle freeway lane I dove into yesterday to avoid causing/being part of a 50-car pile up to a book that I wanted to read appearing at the library on hold for me (I don’t remember requesting it) to sending off multiple book pitches last week(!) to trying to find room next spring to speak at multiple conferences.
I realize I don’t have to push so much to make this happen. It just happens.
It’s creative rest.
When I let go, I relinquish control, but not creativity. I realize that God has many creative ideas to share and I won’t miss out if I rest.
We intend to juggle as much as possible and then beat ourselves up when we drop a few. Perhaps God has us drop a few on purpose so we can catch something else.
Today I’m catching rain blurring my picture window, Fedex delivering a dream come true, hubby working from home with me, and nowhere to be until tomorrow.
What can I catch next?
What can you catch next?
Hold out your hand.
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