Category: Creativity

Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)

Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)

Creative expression is therapeutic and healing because it involves the inner work – it brings the unconscious to light. You can work through unhealthy and false beliefs simply by creating.  Creating brings new life.  New beliefs.  It’s cathartic. It’s important work.

On Tuesday, I released my first collection of poetry, Impostor, Impostor (an obvious nod to “Impostor Syndrome”). It’s a strange feeling releasing a book into the wild.  Creating is an act of vulnerability and inner work. Publishing your creation is like putting your vulnerability and inner work on display – and is even more vulnerable. 

I have written poetry for as long as I can remember. I write to process. I write to express. I write to live. It is a necessary part of living for me.  Outside of publishing some pieces in college and more recently posting some pieces online, I have kept much of my work private. And for the primary reason of feeling too vulnerable.  The risk of rejection.  The risk of putting your naked soul on display for the judgment of the world. 

I’ve done so much work in the last couple of years undoing these blocks, finding value in my voice, and finding courage in putting myself out there.  It is an absolute act of bravery to create.  And it’s important that we do create. Even if not for publication – creating is an innate part of being human. We have creative power inside that we are burying and disowning, and it is spiritually draining. Continue reading “Impostor, Impostor: A Prologue (of sorts)”

New Mexico, the Muse: Finding Creative Freedom in the Desert

New Mexico, the Muse: Finding Creative Freedom in the Desert

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”

Anne Rice, about Franz Kafka

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My heart ached for New Mexico this weekend.  There’s a heartsickness I experience over that land like I’ve never experienced before. It’s what I feel when I’m away from my husband.  It’s what I feel when I miss my family.  It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain, but I can only describe as a grieving, deep-seated longing. 

Since we’ve been back from New Mexico, the longing comes and goes.  It doesn’t seem like it’s ever fully gone – but it just settles beneath the surface of the day-to-day demands.  Life carries on as usual, but there’s a new dimension – a new thread – that has been woven into our existence. 

I feel like I’ve been constantly processing the impact of our trip for months now.  When we got home, we were met repeatedly with the question, “How was your trip?” and I found myself unable to put our experience into words.  It wasn’t good or great or wonderful or exciting.  It was… something else altogether. Continue reading “New Mexico, the Muse: Finding Creative Freedom in the Desert”