Its in that moment when my heart is overwhelmed by my head and my fear and I can't create.
It has nothing to do with time.
It has nothing to do with supplies.
Its because I can't get out of my own way.
I hand a child a box of chalk and say create me something. There is no thinking , there is only colors being choosen and shapes being drawn.
First a flower, then a portrait. Chalk isn't enough, flowers are picked and layed carefully onto the hair and dress, a living portrait finished in no time at all.
This is the beauty of a creative heart, one that is free from the head noise and is happy to get lost in the freedom of creating.
I love that freedom, I watch them and wonder in their creative awareness, lost in the process. I love how they are happy to create in front of all onlookers.
A reminder that the process is more important than the result!