In 2010, I harbored this vague Desire to enrich my life in some way. I was anything but Present, describing my creative process as “assembly-line-like.” I was distinctly out of Balance, possessing scant insight into my own patterns. And so I contacted a Circle of women, asking to pester them for a year with questions about their creative processes.
Some of the women were already close friends, but others had never met before. Every month, I’d post a question and a challenge in an online forum, and our exchanges fed our own individual evolutions.
With astounding hubris, I assumed at the end of this first year that I’d write a meaningful thank you, choreograph something phenomenal, and move on, having “figured out” this creativity thing. Instead, I found myself exploring Compassion and Spirit, plagued by more questions than answers, with the nagging sensation that I was learning WAY more than I bargained for: that creativity is healing, healing is utterly creative, and that the Radical Rituals I was beginning to develop were indeed splashing the black-and-white of my life with more vibrant hues and patterns.
I began writing to understand this Integration, and, in the process, revolutionized my approach to everything from coping with grief to folding laundry.
What are your Radical Rituals for creative living?