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  • We've been told, we've been sold, we've been shown and experienced the deep artistic, creative talents that emerge from great scars, great pain and anguish. That growth comes from these dark nights of the soul. And, perhaps, if you bare no such scars, deep creativity cannot be yours.

    I came to accept that through struggle and sacrifice, noble things would come. Then I got tired. Really tired. Tired of the struggle and I began to question, is it true? I saw a crack. A flaw in the fabric of artistic talent and began to pull on the thread, in an attempt to unravel the whole damn thing.

    I was done. Complete with the story I'd been telling myself. That I wasn't raw enough to express true creativity. I was done struggling. I'd had my fair share growing up of all the nasty, terrifying, scarring, growth opportunities. Everyone has their shit, their garbage, their dysfunctions. The drama can become like a tempting dish. Hard to put down. I was ready for a new story.

    One where creativity flows with ease as our natural state. Inherent in every body. Budding and blossoming from every pore. Where renunciation is achieved through spring cleaning and not sacrifice. Where redemption comes in fine chocolate and inspiration from a park bench. Where no course is required and the school of hard knocks is closed down.

    Maybe it is growth itself that is misleading. Developing or maturing, outward expansion. I craved this and sought hard for it. Then one day I just stopped. It was the child I saw in my mind, the natural simplicity and play of a child, exuding creativity freely without judgement or critique, that I wished to return. The fabric was completely unravelled and growth was the illusion. The opposite of growth is decay, reduction, stasis. Like it's a negative thing. It's a ruse.

    Stasis; a stoppage, equilibrium. In fact, this place is a goldmine of creativity and limitless possibility. It is a tender, precarious place to find and the challenge is being here long enough to feel its enormous potential and fullness. Everything exists here. You can swim around this place effortlessly exploring everything and nothing at once. All wisdom is contained here and you can dive to the depths of any experience. The trick is, how long can you remain in stasis without the ego spurring onwards and outwards. Yet not become lured into permanent residence.

    The monks do it for hours on end, days even. I suspect H.H. the 14th dips into this well in a breath and like the movie Inception, that breath acts like hours and even years worth of swimming in dreamtime, alternate realities, where he retrieves whatever wisdom is required, floats with his councils, splashes with source creativity and bathes in possibilities.

    Dive in. The water's fine!
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