Pulp... and Creativity

The following was written in a brainstorming session. It's sort of like an improvisation - all you do have to do is write and let the words flow from your stream of consciousness. No hesitations or edits. Sometimes it's just meh, but sometimes you may find something special, like thoughts you didn't notice you were thinking. It's a useful tool for unclogging the mind, exercising your brain, or just seeing what you have to say. I recommend you try it sometime.

Deep breaths,

Hannah

I want to squeeze all of my creative juices out.... Well, okay. Maybe not. That is a lie. Because I want to share, but I do not want to run out. Can I run out? Is that even possible? That would be a sad day. No. I do not think we run out. I think that sometimes, we just lack inspiration. We lack presence. We can't create because we aren't listening to the part of us where the creativity comes from. And I don't mean to say that that part of you is always spouting off concepts of creativity. No. Sometimes that part of you is telling you to do something else. To listen in another area. To follow a trail that will lead you to the lightning bugs. Sometimes people call this part of you your gut, or your intuition. I believe that this part of you is actually the purest form of you, when all the ego is stripped down, peeled off, and torn away. And here's the thing. That part of you is the very life force that runs through every bit of matter in existence. When you tap into it, you tap into your oneness with everything else. Everyone else. That is why creativity draws people together. Makes them feel something. Reminds them of the scary mind-blowing crazy miracle that is being alive, not just being an image. Or a body. Or a thought. We always look to our thoughts, but sometimes those thoughts are filtered and filtered and you lose all that nourishing pulp that once fed your life force. You need to feed that life force. Auto-pilot is dismal.