I recently finished Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.
I agree and love her liberating, celebrating and yet personally demanding belief on inspiration: we don't own ideas, they are not "produced" by us. Ideas are immaterial beings floating around, searching for a way to be manifest in the physical world. And we serve them as "lightning rods".
One of my favorite Big Magic moments was to re-learn about Tom Waits' relationship with inspiration and how he gets ideas for songs: to him some are hard work "like digging potatoes out of the ground".
It moved me to review and recount how ideas reach me. Here's my shortlist:
Some ideas come to me when I just woke up. They surprise me like the hug of a lover, from the back, when I'm still not fully awake.
Some ideas hit me like a ray of sun, so lightly touching they might get lost without full attention.
Other ideas come to me when walking, alone. I realized this a while ago and I often do it on purpose. As if they have been bored, waiting, dormant for a long time, or perhaps walking with someone else, and when you start moving they join and walk with you. And the more you walk they become closer and louder, and they even call their friends to join.
Other ideas come when sharing moments and conversations with others. I got to the conclusion that ideas show up wherever and whenever there is connection. They extend invisible cables to plug you and me, through a kind of invisible world wide web of ideas.
And very often lately, ideas come when I am making - or unmaking - something, working (connecting) with the material - normally thread. They embrace us both, happy to see us dancing, and start growing figments of thoughts, like herbs or flowers, and plant a garden in between us.
Here is a narrated video on one latest idea that hit me during the unmaking of a scarf:
Perhaps emotions are the mirror beings to inspiration.
Ideas are floating in the ether, they are playful and surprising, and they hit us, searching to get manifested into the physical world.
And emotions are the playful and immaterial beings that live inside of us. Also floating in the ether: of our inner infinite universe. Trying to find ways to go out, points and pores to connect with the outside world, to be physically manifested: by writing, drawing, dancing, performing, laughing, crying, screaming, beating up, punching, running, compulsively shopping.
They are longing to be expressed.
Once they are manifested, they rest peacefully, even inside of us, we make friends with them. Or enemies.
But, if we don't let them out or don't allow them to manifest outside they keep hanging around, lost in there, until they find themselves their own way to physically come out - perhaps through physical pain or illness.
- How would your relationship with emotions change if you believe that, as ideas, they are simply trying to be expressed?
Do share your thoughts here below, or hit me in private.