I am NOT grandma MoSes! & Stress is NoT the enemy!

Up at 4:45 this morning … writing. Two headlines caught my eye, ire.

‘Stress is the Enemy’ was the headline on an email in my inbox. NO!@ NONONO! Stress is an indicator of creativity needing to be converted into energy!

Take it in. It’s the truth about creativity that no one is telling you.

What we call ‘stress’ is your body’s way of signaling to you that it’s time to release  stored up creative energy. Release doesn’t have to be painting. It could be singing in the shower. Or cooking, or walking, or yodeling!

When we stop thinking of that feeling we call ‘stress’ as a bad thing ~ something to make go away ~ we begin to accept the Creator’s messages. Creative gifts and messages are strung throughout your day.

Recognize them for what they are. For example, this is the third morning I’ve awakened at 4:30. One could easily make the case that I am stressed and don’t sleep well. Or NOT! I COULD turn over and try to go back to sleep. Or I could listen to the urge to get up and make coffee.

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Awake at last, I can see beauty in every brush stroke. Each moment, precious, honored Creator.

In the studio, coffee in hand, the Creator’s pings have somewhere to go. Jot down the flow of thoughts. If I’d laid in bed trying to go back to sleep, the same pings would be still bounding around in my head.

There are not always words for the feelings. Sometimes the ‘stress’ just feels like unrest, sometimes questions unformulated. Let it out.

journaling creativity
No journal handy, just a piece of paper will do in a pinch!

Let it out on paper, on canvas, or work it out by walking, yoga, whatever. A human being’s ‘job’ is to bring the Creator’s pings into the physical realm. Stop trying to hold them in!

Let them out in a safe, secure, responsible way. Make some good with them.

This morning the Creator gave me the power to accept all the paintings for my ‘Muses of Tuscany’ book as perfect. I’d been holding out for perfect paintings, separating stacks of canvases into junk, fixable, hopeless, why did I even try to paint that, piles. Tweaking oil paintings countless hours, twelve hours yesterday, twelve hours the day before, three years and three trips to Italy.

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Previously ‘rejected’ paintings, show the complete creative process including all variations of hue and intensity, sketches and refined, whole only by inclusion with the entire body of works.

Countless sketches, paintings, and journal entries with no idea if or when I’d be able to write the book, this morning the Creator gifted me the introduction for the book, along with hundreds of perfect paintings. No wonder I’ve been feeling so exhausted lately. Like a mouse on a fly wheel, a workaholic creates as much work as possible, never looking to see if enough is enough. If I feel tired this afternoon, perhaps I’ll take a nap. Right now I feel energized.

That’s my point about converting the ‘stress’ into energy. It’s not bad! It’s an indicator that it’s time to release the build up. Flush the system.

As I logged in to write this blog post, I read a comment on yesterday’s post, ‘your paintings remind me of Grandma Moses.’ What?

I could easily be insulted. But what would be the point? If I distract myself with that, I’ll not get the book out, ever! And I’d have missed out on the Creator’s cue to energize this blog post.

Allowing myself to get caught up in being insulted over something someone said ~ that’s a misuse of the Creator’s intent. Use the energy for good and let the rest go.

Grandma Moses

“A primitive artist is an amateur whose work sells.”

“A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow.”

“Life if what you make it, always has been, always will.” Grandma Moses

Have a wonderful Sunday!



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