Me: Good morning! I missed you while you were sleeping!
AJ: Did you hear me? I was singing.
Me: No, I didn't hear you singing. Where were you singing?
AJ: Under the covers.
Me: What were you singing?
AJ: half bashful, half triumphant) A new song!
I just never cease to be amazed that all I need to know about creative living, I learn from my children. I just keep coming back to Madeline L'Engle's words again and again this summer. As AJ let me in on the secret of where her song composition and performance had already taken place in the pre-sunrise hours of today, I thought about Ms. L'Engle's passage from Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art :
Jesus told his friends and disciples over and over again that no only were they to let the little children come to him but that they were to be like little children themselves. When we are like little children, with the openness the child has up until the age of school, then we retain our ability to be creators, our willingness to be open, to believe.
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Creativity opens us to revelation, and when our high creativity is lowered to 2 percent, so is our capacity to see angels, to walk on water, to talk with unicorns. In the act of creativity, the artist lets go of the self-control which he normally clings to and is open to riding the wind. Something almost always happens to startle us during the act of creating, but no unless we let go our adult intellectual control and become as open as little children. This means not to set aside or discard the intellect but to understand that this is not to become a dictator, for when it does we are closed off from revelation.
I am responsible to that inner three year old and six year old and eight year old and all the ages that have come before when I was open to the whims of the Muse of childhood.
So here's to more composing and singing of new songs, even and especially that which is performed in secret.