Omitting nature, everything that surrounds us right now was once a kernel of an idea in somebody’s mind. The chair I sit on, the industrial-style bookshelf designed to fit in a tight space while looking airy, the “happy light” that blasts full spectrum light into my retina to energize me on overcast Seattle days, my height adjustable desk, the interesting brass frame from India, my favorite tea blend, that lovely piece of pottery holding the tea, my ergonomic keyboard, the book I’m reading, the bracelet I’m wearing, the lush green hedge I feast my eyes on while working. You get the point. Literally every artefact around me (and you) was once taking shape inside the mind of a creator, who sometimes doubted their ability to create. They brought these to life with their vision, effort and everyday acts of resilience.
When did we absorb messages telling us that we needed that special trait that will finally allow us to become a creator? Why does creation and creativity need to come in a certain body, clothed a particular way, wielding narrow technical acumen, and a vernacular to match? The creations around us could have germinated in a carpenter, a stay-at-home parent, a tech geek, or a horticulturalist. Examples are all around us.
What you seek is seeking you – Rumi
