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Creativity is a River

Writer: Zoe Guettler
Zoe Guettler
Aug 28
3 min read


In 2024 I started meeting one week with my friend Nicole for Soul Writing Group where we journal write with prompts. I am going to start sharing bits of writing from my journals. 

 

Creativity is a River

 

Creativity is a river. Imagination is a stream. Just let it run. Creativity is a tap turned on flowing, moving to the next and the next and the next, creativity doesn’t have any rules, it’s a dream, letting it come to be, I mean surface.

Creativity is in the moment here and now not when and then. Creativity imagination is just flow- floating from thing to thing to thing, the planning brain can’t comprehend the wonders that come out of this state, chocolate chip mistakes, mistakes is the wrong word, it is not a mistake, it’s a golden opportunity.  

Creativity is a river flowing, its clouds floating by, oh my God-meditation is turning the tap on- it is running the water through the pipes until all the doubts and mental manipulations runs all out and there is nothing, but cotton candy daydreams left.

Creativity is a river -that’s what all play has in common, its true, its flow being in the moment, its being open to inspiration, it requires nonjudgment because the pieces to assemble magic, miracles and dreams come in a unique order and if judging you might mistake it for a mistake and sweep it all away before you see how it all clicks together.

It’s a Jigsaw puzzle where it is unclear what pieces go, until suddenly one that snaps into place.

 

 

Naked to the world

Naked to the world, it is exciting all my colors running down my body, my façade is breaking, here we go. I don’t think I will be able to pull it back in if I decide it is too much so let the colors run down my face red down my arms blue dripping like paint spilling through it soaks into the mud where my feet dig into the earth cold and damp.  I feel the paint, blue drip down my feet into a puddle that is now iridescent with color and water shimmering in the day’s light

Naked to the world exciting to finally live inside out screaming with glee wild and free the colorful me no the colorful Z naked to the world naked to the world naked to the world naked to the world you see I am just a reflection of all the beauty in nature I don’t need to be afraid.

 

Play Clothes

Everyone wants Pinterest worthy outfits not me I want play clothes -clothes that have me ready for any adventure my spirit calls me to, playing in the mud, hiking outside, creating with peace, some art with colorful messy paint that gets on my face spread across my cheek. I want to be free to move, to dance, to jump and twirl. I have so much I want to do. I want to make art; I want to explore outside. I want to celebrate every moment of my life by being fully immersed, not on outskirts watching, not half in trying to avoid getting paint on my fancy outfit I want to be immersed and my true colors showing, as the colorful me.  I am going to make messes, while I make great new recipes in my kitchen that feed my soul. Following my spirits every whim.

Every moment is a celebration I am already here in the swimming pool that is life I am fully in letting my colors show, letting my colors out is just joy screaming out at this awesome pool party of life why is everyone being boring working drudgery jobs when we live in a world with endless wonder, creativity and imagination a creative supply closet for anything I dare to imagine and create

 

 

 
 
 

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