The Mother of Creativity

Creativity does not run on my schedule so much as I kowtow to it's. Much like trance, creativity has a flow and the act of being creative is knowing how to channel but not interrupt that flow. I find the act of creation to be so supernaturally sublime that I could sit for hours just "making." The process of creation does not always need to lead to direct personal profit either. For one who creates and is subject to the almost lunatic desires to suddenly do so, the act of creation is the reward itself.

The inspirational forces of life are not subject to the whims of you, I or anyone else. These things come and go. When you force them, when you abuse them, when you try to control them they squeeze out between the fingers of your fist. But if you hold out your hand into their stream, leave yourself and step into the world of inspiration, then it moves freely all around you.

Sounds nice doesn't it? It has practical applications. Creativity cannot be forcibly contained because to be creative you must frequently come into contact with new ideas, new scents, new colors, things external of yourself. You have to go out and expose yourself to people with whom you do not normally associate. You have to try new things, new foods, new places. Especially the things that you don't want to try, don't want to taste, places you don't want to go. Because that is where the paradigm shift if waiting. That is where new material rests dormant waiting to mix with the sum total of all of your current experiences and ideas up until that point. THAT is how creativity leads to progress. By thinking and doing things that you never thought you would or could. By allowing yourself to change.

You are never in danger of becoming a different person, you will always be yourself, just like I will always be my wonderful, crazy Spoony self. But I should not want to find the me of five years from now all too familiar a person. I want to be able to say in five years that I have really grown.

We count our lives in the number of experiences we have. Our memories are linked to our senses. Smell. Touch. Taste. Sight. Hearing. Remember that Mnemosyne *Adoratio* is the mother of the Muses. Memory is the mother of art and history, inspiration. Create memories and you will have her children.