I think I have mid-winter brain.
Never mind that I like winter most of the time. I am still susceptible to hunkering down so much I get lazy and sluggish. My energy has almost disappeared. It’s work to put on coat and boots and go anywhere.
Tuesday was a good example. An enormous full moon set early in the morning. The sun shone all day long, bringing the temperature back above zero. The snow sparkled. Chairs in front of windows were warmed by that sun. It was, in short, a glorious winter day. My mind should have chugged along creating poems, editing work, producing a blog post full of insight.
But no. I wanted to do nothing. I managed to do yoga, play the guitar, read, answer an author about themed calls for submission, take the dog outside. No ideas for creative work would unfold, no matter how I mucked around in those ideas. I even produced a list of things I’m obsessed with (owls, the moon, dogs, light, popcorn at the movies, fog, NYC, fireplaces, scent, coffee, black and white photographs…..and more) which did little except to look familiar. I took my laptop to a different spot to work, where I was right in front of a window. I listened to different music.
I quit when I realized I was still getting nowhere.
And then it occurred to me that I have not filled the well recently. In The Artist’s Way, author Julia Cameron talks about filling the well on a regular basis: putting back the energy that gets depleted by creative work. She recommends artist dates with oneself, taking the time to go see an art show, go to a reading or a concert, or something else that looks like fun, alone so that there aren’t anyone else’s expectations to accommodate. Another option for an artist date is to make something: a collage, a painting, something sewn from scratch. Color a picture. Play. But, again, do it alone. This is supposed to be time to take care of the self, to refill that which has been drawn down.
Can’t remember the last time I did that. And I’ve worked through The Artist’s Way three times. I know better.
But I seldom think of artistic playtime alone anymore. Running a poetry journal and working on collaborative projects seems like it should keep me going just fine. But anything can become routine and that’s the death knell for creative work. In the depths of winter, routine is not the comfort it might be at other times. It is the beast that nudges us to buy plane tickets to the nearest warm place that doesn’t look like home.
But I’m not going to buy plane tickets. I’m going to charge up my camera, shoot some photos – preferably outside, make a collage. See how I can see things differently. Shake up my vision, my perception, my head. No, it won’t get posted here. It’s going to be just for me.
Revisiting the basic tools for a creative life sounds like a good way to remind myself why I have shaped this kind of path.
Playtime sounds even better.
And you? How do you shake up your routine and inject some new perspective into whatever work you do? Let’s have a conversation.
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