It’s that time of year, there is nothing quite like that light in September. The soft, golden light of mornings and waning light of the evenings reflected in the colour of tree leaves waiting to fall. The warmth of a shiny conker picked up on a walk in the woods. Feeling that first chill in the air and the smell of rain.
I love this season, it sparks something in my creative heart which is longing to curl up cosily in a chunky cardigan, with a hot coffee and my favourite books. I feel the stirring to start something, to write something down. It’s a new term, a fresh blank notebook – beckoning me to start again. I’ve come to realise that there is something about feeling safe and cosy or maybe when I’m most comfortable in my own skin when I’m most encouraged to be creative. Can you relate?
But I’ve struggled to write words for the last few months. Oh, I can write about practical things and have been writing 5 steps to this and how to do that, but the deep and true things, I’ve not been able to get too. It took some digging and there was some dirt. Some big piles of dirt on top of those deep things. I got a spade.
When I feel safe, free from fear, free from comparing my work to others, free from that critical voice in my head, then I can create most truly and honestly. It is a battle to create, we have to fight these mental and emotional blocks. We need to silence the noise outside of the art being made, and then we also have to stop thinking about the finished art’s outcome. September is reminding me that I can feel safe enough to branch out again, make a fresh mark.
The cure for creative block
They say the cure for writer’s block is to write. Some say writer’s block isn’t even a thing. This year I’ve felt blocked from what I want to say, for fear of saying the wrong thing or creating energy in a space that deserves none. Eventually, I’ve had to push past that and find something to say because I need to put some words down or they begin to eat me up inside. So I come back to you, dear reader – what most helps you? What most helps me is that which helps you. It doesn’t feel good if my writing falls flat, writing needs to be read by someone, to reach and touch another’s heart and stir something. There is an energy in the collection of words that needs to be transferred to another’s heart or mind or soul.
I want to encourage others past these points of resistance to create their own art. To recover of a part of you that may have been forgotten or not even discovered yet. That is why I adore working on iola magazine. I love to create in the way that feels most natural to me; with words, graphics and layout, but I love that I get to share the creativity of other artists. Other artists who know the struggle, who have fought the good fight and produced art. It is not always pretty. iola may look beautiful finished but the art from the writers and creatives is embodied hope – those words and art and heart behind them always started in a struggle.
September is the time for starting again, it’s that post-summer burst of energy before the end of the year. Autumn is the last laugh, the final bloom, the blossom turned to apple. The collective energy seems to transfer amongst ourselves sparking each other’s creativity with a new rhythm.
There is hope in being surrounded by others who are also pushing back on the critics scorn and the lies in the mind to bring something good and true for others gasping for it. I’m grateful for writers that have encouraged me by pushing through their own resistance. I’ve been listening to Christa Well’s beautiful song Holy ground and as she says:
“You think singers & dreamers
Invent escape from the real
Oh, but they have eyes to see
What must be revealed”
I need others to write the things, to give words to what I feel but can’t describe. Words that get to the truth of what is. I need you to create your art.
The best I offer you is this hope that if I can beat down the critics, the fear, the nonsense and misdirects – then so can you. We can do this together. If you need some others to stand with you, to champion you through that dirt I am here for you. Push through, get strong, you have it in you, you can do it and we need you to come alive. When the creatives bloom, we all do.
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