Well it’s still raining this campervan morning, the crisp white ground of a few days ago given way to a sodden earthy, muddy mass. Surrounded by puddles and the sounds of rain once more on tree, hedge and path. It’s doable at the moment, if it beats much harder a retreat is inevitable. There is a nip in the air, but nothing really to talk about. A small breeze exacerbates its bite and brings down the occasional deluge of droplets from the Oak, which she seems to retain for the specific purpose of soaking me. There is a gap and you relax and then a breeze, a shake and then a downpour all courtesy of the branches above me. Cloud is heavy and shades of grey sits solidly above. The persistent loud drone this morning from the traffic afar and passing cars close by slushing in water. A nearby train pulls into the station brakes grinding as it slows. The birds are competing, but hiding out of the rain as soon will I. Reflecting on a fabulous catch up call with a dear friend, a gossip, laughter, a sharing, suggestions and comfort all within one call. Also on the idea of stepping into the grey from yesterday and Freud and vulnerability. The grey becoming your black and white, the grey where creativity and growth occurs, the grey where you confront your vulnerability and the difficulty of steeping into the area. The author Ian McEwan writes :
“ A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”
Perhaps that’s the reason that stepping into the grey is so difficult, we are not easily mended, well some of us. Sylvia Plath talks of the enemy of creativity being self doubt. Sarah Stewart in her wonderful wee book ‘ Mindful Crafting ‘ talks of creativity coming from the soul and being squashed by ego. Not just yours, but others, the area where we are not easily mended. However there is a sense that stepping into the grey, you’re grey, that you can and should change the world instead of constantly protecting your self from it. To be continued …Lovely days people.
“ Creativity is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul “. Dieter Uchtdorf.
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