why creativity still matters
Years always seem to accelerate as they get into their stride.
It’s another one where creativity feels like a luxury; there are so many things to worry about. I touched on this in an Instagram post back in February. What I wrote at the time still holds true, but I’m getting better at balancing my conflicting thoughts.
One thing that has helped me with this, immeasurably, has come in the last couple of weeks as I started to re-read Nan Shepherd’s ‘The Living Mountain’. Nan writes about working on her manuscript during the latter years of the Second World War and just after:
"In that disturbed and uncertain world it was my secret place of ease."
How I wish I’d reread this in Spring 2020, or late February 2022. It’s not lost on me that at first reading the sentence floated over me.
How sad too that prevailing circumstances persuaded Nan to put her manuscript away in a drawer for 30 years. To think that such a wonderfully poetic book about place and nature might not have been published.
I’ve resolved not to put my own creativity away in the drawer. It makes too much difference to my happiness. It provides me with a place of ease.