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Julia Cameron, the author of THE ARTIST’S WAY, talks about how important it is for us as creatives and just as human beings to ‘fill our well’. The idea is that if we just draw and draw and draw on that place deep within us from which inspiration, ideas and magic comes, without ever giving back, we will inevitable run into dry patches. Creative droughts. Road blocks to our ingenuity.
It’s so easy to forget about self care, or, to disregard it as being unimportant compared to the never-ending to-do-list for us people who want to get sh*t done. Buuuuut… this is the path to burn out. Big time.
So I thought I’d stop and make a list of all the little things that can help me feed my muse and fill my well. There is sure to be countless others…
- kisses and cuddles from my family
- getting lost in nature
- traveling
- spending time with animals
- a beautiful image
- a song or a piece of music
- a movie that makes me laugh, boggles my mind or leaves me teary for days
- a blank notebook
- coffee with friends
- swimming in the ocean
- walking and talking with someone I love
- hiking
- flying to a new land
- the moon
- a seashell or rock or other found treasure
- baking cookies with my kids
- finding an old beloved notebook, poem or love letter
- surprises, gifts or snail mail (I still LOVE sending and receiving letters and postcards the old fashioned way)
- flowers sitting on my kitchen table
- belly laughing
- baths with candles
- star gazing snuggled under a blanket with a loved one
- s’mores and campfires
- cloud watching
- throwing rocks into rivers or skimming stones
- walking through a gallery
- children’s picture books
- watching silly UK detective shows with my mom
- painting
- and, of course, getting lost in a book…
I find it’s often as simple as dropping into a moment in my day. Or saying ‘yes’ to a loved one’s offer. Just now, I stopped in the middle of writing this blog to go bash some makeshift drums and twiddle away on an old Irish whistle I picked up while visiting Ireland with my hubby (on a glorious trip we took back before we had little ones) because my youngest son was begging me to “get out the instruments”. And I’m still smiling.
How about you? What feeds your muse?
With love,
M.S.
