A Course In Miracles says that there are only two emotions: fear and love. In the absence of one, there exists the other. They’re opposites, antagonists, adversaries.
In a previous post I wrote about a similar relationship between fear and creativity. In the absence of one, there exists the other. They’re opposites, antagonists, adversaries.
Now, I’m sure I’m breaking every philosophical rule in the book, but since I’m a writer and never claimed to be smart I’m going to take this relationship one step further. If fear is the exact opposite of creativity AND love, the two must be related. In fact, creativity is love.
Creativity means different things for different people. It could be more obvious things like playing music, painting, inventing, dancing, or writing. But for me, I define creativity as just a physical manifestation of a thought or idea. It doesn’t have to be something hanging in a gallery. It’s about thinking, and dreaming, and then doing. And that act of doing brings something amazing to this world that didn’t exist before it. Every single time. And we’re all better because of it.
When you’re being creative something truly awesome happens. You get inspired (or in-Spirit, as Dr. Wayne Dyer likes to say), you get enthusiastic, you tap into whatever it is that makes us uniquely who we are. You lose track of the time, you tend to forget about the bills or what’s for dinner, and almost always you give birth to the beginnings of some really cool stuff that comes from — guess where — a place of love.
But there’s another part to this whole creating thing. When you’re creative, you’re giving something to the rest of us. Something artistic, or thoughtful, or inspiring. It’s always a gift, no matter how small. And giving, completely and wholly and unselfishly, is an act of love. Ask any mother. There’s no doubt in my mind.
Creativity is love, both of ourselves and of each other. It’s the absence of fear, coming from the purest parts of ourselves, and then sharing it with the world.
Every day we face a crossroads. Which direction do we chose? Do we start that novel, or violin lesson, or act on that new business idea. . . or do we find some excuse why we can’t? We always, always have a choice.