Being a writer isn’t easy.
Just as loving yourself unconditionally isn’t easy.
As Haruki Murakami says in his memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, “Writers who are blessed with inborn talent can freely write novels no matter what they do – or don’t do. Like water from a natural spring, the sentences just well up, and with little or no effort these writers can complete a work. Occasionally you’ll find someone like that, but unfortunately, that category wouldn’t include me. I haven’t spotted any springs nearby…. If people who rely on a natural spring of talent suddenly find they’ve exhausted their only source, they’re in trouble.”
What he’s trying to say is that it takes work to be a writer.
And what *I say* is, on top of that, it takes deep inner work to be a writer.
It takes pure, unconditional love of the Self.
To really nail it as a sustainable creator – someone who lives a life of creativity that is driven by an expanded heart, and in turn, expands their heart further – is to love each cell, each beat, each whisper of your beautiful heart. Sure, you can learn all the techniques, but if you’re not fluent in the language of your heart – if you can’t connect deeply with the Self:
The spirit that resides within, the true author of all your works…
Well, your spring will only last so long. Your words will dry up pretty quickly.
Most of our creativity dries up out of fear, or attachment to the ego. As humans, we’re pretty adept to fear. We might even be addicted to it.
Fear is the true cause of writer’s block, even when you’re not really aware of it. Writer’s block is just a euphemism to say that we’re not fully connected to our hearts. If you’re feeling fear, self-doubt, depression, lethargy, detachment – these are all pretty sure signs that you’re not truly listening to the spirit within.
Most creatives exist in a conundrum because they’ve been told that their path is useless. They’ve been taught that only the very luckiest geniuses in the world can exist as fully self-sufficient writers, and that this talent cannot be relied upon – in fact, it’s egotistical, naïve or annihilistic to even think that one could succeed at such a foolish life choice.
And there’s reasons why. Society hasn’t always been kind to artists. Take French artist Claude Monet: when he first unveiled his Impressionist works, they were widely dismissed as childish. Now, history has proven his artwork to be genius, widely beloved, and deemed exceptional in execution.
Andy Warhol’s pop art masterpieces, including his soup can paintings, were met with scoffs by many who felt the paintings were nothing more than junk. Wrong again.
In the 20th Century, the World Wars and the Great Depression took centre stage. No wonder we’ve been brainwashed to believe that the arts are reserved for the rich, or for the lucky, dreamy, languorous few.
For our parents and grandparents, there was no time or money left to indulge in the arts. These beliefs are infused into our ancestral lines.
Generational healing is needed to change the story.
What’s the story that stands out for you? Are you afraid of failure? Afraid of being poor? Unsuccessful? Afraid of what people might think?
Or are you even secretly afraid of success, and what this unveiling of the self could change in your life?
Could we possibly dream of a world where we can embrace our unique skills to create positive change for the future?
With all these toxic thoughts buzzing around your brain, it’s no wonder that you shut down those dreams and do something else that isn’t so complicated.
Climb the corporate ladder. That’s easier than doing your soul work, isn’t it?
You should only reignite your creativity when you’re retired, when you’re too tired to write because you have health problems from your soul–sapping job that was never your first choice.
Never your first choice. Never your first choice. Never your first choice.
From the depths of my heart, I don’t buy into any of this, and I never will. And yet, this train of thought is exactly what has snuck up into my ear and whispered to me many times in my life, paralysing all chances of even picking up a pen and making some poetic, promising, heart-inflating change.
Why is it that I can KNOW something is true, but not fully embody it?
It’s because there’s a push-pull going on in my unconscious. There’s a discord at play, and I’m allowing the chorus to rise up over the sound of my heart.
Piano, piano, piano. Softly, softly, softly, I tune in to the truth of my heart. And when I listen, fully listen with every cell in my body – not just my ears, but every bubbling organ, every surface of skin, every twist of hair can even attune to the beautiful, gentle whisperings of my heart which then rise to a crescendo when I am fully present. Here. Now. With me. My Self.
And when I’m deeply embracing my heart, there it is. I know. I am a powerful, truth-telling, vibrant writer, full of personality and life. I have a skill that is unique to other writers. I accept and love all other writers. I love all beings on this planet, unconditionally. Because I love the beauty of my heart, unconditionally, I can love, and be met with love.
And so I can write.
It is never the other way around. I can’t write my way into beautiful works that expand my heart. I have to expand my heart first, and then I can watch the magic unfold.
Listen to my podcast, “Silencing self-doubt”, if you’d like some tips on how to overcome the toxic thoughts that hold us tight in the web of writer’s block. Then, listen to my “Meditation for Creativity.” Let me know what shifts for you! Just search “HeartWriting” in your favourite podcast app, or follow the link www.heartwriting.com.au/podcast. I know you’ll be back in your creative bliss bubble very soon!