SCAFFOLDING

As artists, mastery & skill often require us to repeat ad nauseam and over time this repetition builds scaffolding for our creativity. But in a world that loves to reward sameness & conformity, very quickly that scaffolding can become a crutch that turns into a cage, crushing the wings of the artist.

And when that happens, it can feel like chaos & confusion. And at times, even feel like death.
But creativity doesn’t completely die.
It might be dormant, but it’s not completely gone.

It’s asking to be found.
To be nurtured.
To be seen.

So what if that “feels like death” feeling, is actually the death of EGO & not of creativity?

What if it’s demanding old identities to be stripped away and along with it, old behaviors & desires?
What if it’s asking for rebirth? (remembering that birth is also strained & requiring every ounce of strength)
What if the chaos & confusion is actually the fluttering of a thousand wings of creativity that have been waiting?
Beating frantically against the heart, asking to be seen, asking for honesty, and humbleness.

What if it’s asking for internal witnessing & the gentleness of curiosity & compassion of the highest order?

All so that we might remember that the scaffolding of repetition is only meant to be there during the building phase…but eventually it must fall away to know that it can stand on its own.

That, perhaps what feels like constriction is actually the contraction before the expanse, the breaking away, the dismantling of what was…an opportunity to reveal what could be.