In the quiet sanctuary of creation, we embark on a sacred communion with the divine. Like alchemists of the soul, we surrender our personal narratives to the transformative forge of creativity, where pain metamorphoses into radiant gold. With each brushstroke or lyrical note, we weave threads of healing into the fabric of our existence, offering redemption to the world.
To engage in this sacred act of artistry is to embrace a profound act of faith. We must first quiet the clamor of our minds to listen, truly listen, to the whispers of inspiration. And then, with humility, we step aside and allow the muse to speak through us, guiding our hands in a dance of divine expression. It is a journey into the unknown, a liminal space where fear and exhilaration intertwine, demanding our whole being yet rewarding us abundantly.
To create art is to embark on a pilgrimage, a sacred adventure where each stroke of the brush or stroke of the pen is imbued with the transcendent presence of the holy. In the depths of this mystery, doubts may weigh heavy, yet we press on, faithful to the calling of creation. We venture into the darkness, surrendering to the unfolding of the divine plan, knowing not where it leads but trusting in its ultimate grace.
Within the boundless expanse of the studio, possibilities stretch out infinitely, a vast ocean of potential waiting to be explored. Yet amidst this abundance, one truth remains constant: "I am." In our pursuit of perfection, we may lose ourselves in the pursuit of "doing it right," but it is in the surrender to the eternal "I am" that we find true presence. For in each moment, we are reminded of our divine heritage, children of God, called to embody the sacred in all that we create.



(adopted from: Mirabai Starr, Wild Mercy; Scott Avett, Creating Faithfully)