I can still feel in my bones the moment I committed to creativity.

After becoming a coach, I attended a leadership program. In partners, we worked on identifying our personal core mission, that certain something that we were ready to be a stand for in this world. As a part of the exercise, I drew a simple figure and at the centre I put their creative fire.

My partner asked me why creativity was so important to me. Words tumbled out of my mouth as I tried to find the answer. In those ramblings, I discovered that it wasn’t just about the arts, though I love them dearly. For the first time I found my deep belief that when we create one thing, we foster in ourselves the belief that we can create other things – many things, maybe anything.

We begin to believe in our own creative magic.

I don’t use the term ‘magic’ lightly here. I use it to mean the process of transforming ideas, dreams and imaginings into something tangible and real in this world. When you wield this magic with your poems and your paints, your sewing machine and your songs, you nurture a growing belief in yourself and what you are capable of.

Before you know it, the magic spills over into your life. You start asking yourself, “What if?’ and making choices you never would have before. You start saving for grad school. You quit your obligatory committee and use that time to learn Italian. You take a road trip and move across country. You cut your hair and start dressing more like yourself. You say no to overtime. You say yes to dancing. You send that manuscript in.

And it doesn’t end there.

As you recognize the impact of creative magic in your life, you move differently in the world. Your “what if” questions expand beyond yourself. You believe in the possibility of positive change. You’ve not only experienced it, you’ve created it. You wonder, what else could get better? How might creative magic be of service to your community, to your loved ones, to the world? What is possible if we all bring our creative capacity to bear?

It’s no little thing when you show up for your art. It’s the spark that starts the magic, a magic fully capable of turning visions into reality – in creative work, in life and in the world.

Keep creating and encourage others to do the same.

Let’s defy the naysayers, the critics and the gatekeepers.

Let’s create and take our magic back.

If you look back over your creative life, when were you the most creative? When did you feel artistically alive, inspired and committed?

If your first thought is “never”, I invite you to look again. Was it planning a party or a trip? Singing in choir? Decorating your first apartment? Sewing a Halloween costume? Pouring heartbreak into poetry? Making gifts? Refinishing furniture? Spending time in the garden?

Take It to Your Journal (1): Pull out your journal and write about a time when you felt creatively alive, when you were so ‘in it’ that time flew by. It doesn’t matter if you were 9 or 90, if it was last week or decades ago. Whatever creative memory feels rich and right is perfect.

We can look at these experiences to find clues about what brings us creatively alive. What was present? Who was present? What were we doing? What was happening in our mind, body and heart, as well as in the art?

Here’s an example from my creative life. This summer I decided to take a roll of paper and some paint out back for an afternoon of working big and messy. I put on my overalls and my headphones. I listened to music and danced in the sun. I fought with the wind, who constantly freed the paper from the weights I’d put down, and I (mostly) laughed when I lost that battle. I sprayed, spritzed, dabbled and glopped. I painted with a brush, my fingers, sticks and leaves. I created all sorts of fresh and ugly work, found moments of beauty and certainly a lot that held energy and interest. The afternoon passed in a heartbeat and when I was done, I couldn’t wait to do it again! I have been using bits and pieces of that wild and messy artwork ever since!

Reflecting on my experience, what can I discover about the keys to my creativity?

• Overall: The whole experience was steeped in a sense of freedom.
• The Space: There was room for me to move and it was okay for me to make a mess.
• Clothing: I could move easily in my clothes and had no worries about getting messy in them.
• Solitude: Being alone meant I only had to worry about my own judgments and expectations. If I could let those go, I was totally free.
• Music: Music bypassed my brain and spoke to my heart and body, inspiring me to dance and to open up to fuller expression
• Nature: The wind kept me from taking myself too seriously!

Take it to Your Journal (2): Now reflect on your own experience. Going back to your memory of creative aliveness, what keys can you discover? What was present? What was absent? What contributed to your creative energy and flow?

Finding these keys releases us from the belief that what we need is an exact replication. (Yes, that retreat in Bali was amazing but it’s not the only road to creative freedom.) Getting locked into the specifics limits our options and keeps us stuck in the past. If I believed the only way for me to be creatively alive was to work big and messy outside, I’d spend the entire winter in despair! Not helpful. Instead, I can use my keys. How can I create freedom of movement? Where else might it be okay to get messy? What playlists can I cultivate to nourish my expression? How can I create periods of solitude for the good of my creative heart? What else can help me take myself less seriously?

Take It to Your Journal (3): Now that you have found some of the keys to your creativity, how can you use them more and more? What’s one key that you can make use of this week?

This is a powerful exercise in getting to know yourself as an artist. Discover and use these keys to unlock your artistic freedom and bring your creativity to life.

Many years ago, I worked as a computerized notetaker for deaf and hard of hearing students in colleges across the city. It was like doing live captioning in classes on everything from graphic design to financial management to culinary techniques. It was a brilliant job for a learner like me!

One semester I was supporting a student who was studying to be a dental hygienist. I vividly remember the introduction to one of her classes. The instructor shared that she had studied orofacial anatomy because there was a finite amount to learn. She loved that this made mastery possible.

This is entirely different in art.

Whatever your creative medium, there are skills you learn and then hone. With every piece or project you create, you develop and deepen your expertise. And there will always be more to learn. Always.

I share this not to be discouraging but as an invitation to embrace the mystery, to choose the path of artistic adventure, to get comfortable with being a perpetual beginner. I share this to combat the inner critic that says, “You should have this mastered by now.”

Art will never be mastered.

And that’s a beautiful and essential truth, a truth to make peace with and then to befriend.

The creative force that dwells in our art has a life all its own. It is not meant to be bent to our will. It is meant to relate to us in a sacred dance of wonder, a dance that unfurls our wings every step of the way, a dance that brings both it and us to life.

Art is a never-ending journey and, as such, it gives us ongoing challenges and infinite blessings. This makes it a pursuit worthy of a lifetime.

I’ve been working on a series of collage animals and one of the longest stages of development is when I’m deciding whether a piece is done. The bull you see above has been hanging out with me for months now and even he is getting impatient. My sense is that he’s almost there but there are still a few things I want to resolve. As I try to draw this piece to a close, I’ve been thinking about the question:

When is a creative project done?

In some ways the answer is never.

There may always be things we would tweak, shift or improve, especially as time moves on, our outlook changes and our skills develop. But instead of getting stuck in that perfectionist muck, it serves us well to find our way to completion. Instead of damming up our energy, finishing frees our creativity to keep flowing and growing. Creating a body of work will take a lifetime but each individual project must, at some point, come to a close. This allows us to continue on our creative journey and also gives each piece the chance to live and breathe on its own instead of withering under the endless scrutiny of “How could you be better?”

One: Declare it Done

Another way to recognize a creative project’s completion is to work to deadline. Many artforms, particularly the performing arts, have this baked in. The play, the dance, the event will be deemed ready on opening night and will be complete upon closing. These deadlines can be stress-inducing but that’s, in part, an indication of their power. Deadlines create time containers for our artistic energy, making it even more potent. In the Devotion program, for example, we have a showcase at the end of the season. Each artist shares the work she’s created during our time together and what it has meant to her. This end point provides a kind of creative alchemy, applying just enough pressure to coalesce the work, the wisdom, the growth and the confidence into something truly magical.

Two: Work to Deadline

And lastly, we know our work is done when we have the ineffable feeling that there is nothing left for us to do. In that moment, the work clearly stands on its own and reflects back to us, “I am myself now. I am complete.” Developing this creative discernment is a valuable artistic skill. It helps us avoid overworking a project or abandoning it too soon. This discernment comes with practice, patience and sensitivity. Give yourself the grace of time and distance as you sense the end drawing near. Leave the project for a while. Come back as a viewer, a reader, a listener, an audience member. Let the piece speak too. It has a say in the matter. Give yourself time to discover whether this artwork is complete.

Three: Develop Discernment

As creatives we have an an energy source that is infinite and renewable. One lesson available to us is how to make the most of that tremendous gift. An essential part of that is knowing when to complete a project so that the energy can move on to the next wonderful work that is waiting to come through.

I hope these three strategies of declaring, deadlines and discernment become powerful tools in your creative toolkit. May they help you realize the unique body of work that can only come to life through you.

Every equinox and solstice provides an opportunity for a fresh start, a chance to tune in and reset. With fall arriving, now is a great time to check your inner compass, to remember who you are and to move forward with clarity and creativity.

The Fall Equinox
Ways to Make the Most of this Magical Transitional Time

Reflect: Before moving into fall, take stock of what this summer has meant to you. What have you experienced? What have you learned and accomplished? What do you want to remember? What is there to celebrate? Who have you become? Try summing up your summer by completing this sentence, “The summer of 2021 was the summer of _______.”

Clear: Prepare the way for fall with some inner and outer clearing. Practice free-writing and let all the excess on your mind and in your heart pour onto the page. What is it time to leave behind? What is it time to make room for? Choose a spot in your home that relates to your priorities for next season and declutter and clean. Finish off by adding a spritz of beauty.

Ground: It continues to be a heck of a time in the world and many of us are feeling frazzled and uncentred. What would help you feel grounded, vital and strong as you move into the new season? Maybe it’s time to get some extra sleep, to do some dancing or to complete that lingering to-do (you know the one). Now is also a great time to choose a nourishing practice to establish in the season ahead.

Imagine: Imagine your way into an autumn that feels good and right for you. Let go of ‘the way it is’ and instead imagine a fall of your own design. Where does your inner compass lead? What matters to you now? What parts of your self are aching to take the stage? At the end of autumn, where would you like to be?

Claim: Looking at what you’ve imagined, what will you claim for yourself this season? What will you name as your priority? What will you place at the centre of your life?

Plan: Take a breath. This is the alchemical part. What steps would bring your life into alignment with these new priorities, with your imagined fall? There’s no need to plot out every detail. This isn’t about having creative control. It’s about using our creative agency to build what we imagine as best we can. What aligned choices and plans can you make for the season ahead? (By the way, at this stage, you may find yourself doing more clearing – from your calendar and from your life.)

Act: Magic takes hold through action. Don’t get hung up on choosing the perfect move. You’ve imagined your season and set your priorities. You’ve made some plans. Take what feels like the next right step. Notice what happens. Even if it was hard or the feedback was, well, let’s say ‘mixed’, do you feel like you’re on path? Does something need to be adjusted or refined? Do that and then take what feels like the next right step. Once again, pay attention to what happens. Adjust. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Learn: Every step of the way, gather your insight. Journal it out. Chat with a friend. Talk with a coach. Process through art-making. Share what you’ve learned. Turn your lived experience into earned wisdom.

Do it all again next season!

I hope these steps help you create magic during this seasonal transition and beyond. May this fall be rich with blessings for you. May you discover that your creative magic is more potent than you dared to dream.

There are so many reasons we stop dreaming.

Here are just a few…

Our dreams seem impossible and thinking about them is painful. Even if they are possible, the price of pursuit feels too high. We’re afraid of what we might lose. We’re afraid of what might change. We’re afraid of failing. We’re afraid of succeeding. We have legit limitations and obstacles. We don’t know what we want. We’re too busy to even think about what we want. We are grateful for what we have and feel guilty about wanting anything different or more.

All things considered it seems perfectly reasonable to stick with the practical and ditch this whole dreaming thing altogether.

But what happens when you do?

Take it to your journal: What’s the impact of not dreaming? (The benefits? The costs?)

Recently a colleague asked about my dreams and when I shared them, my words felt like the empty husks of something that had died or left long ago. I was shocked. When I asked myself whether I still wanted those dreams, I honestly couldn’t find an answer. So I did a heart check and came to some realizations.

1. I’ve held these dreams for so long that they have started to feel more like farfetched fantasy than aspirational possibility.
2. I’ve been worried my dream would cost me every drop of energy and every hour of my life.
3. I am so deeply appreciative of everything I have, it feels ungrateful to keep dreaming.

For all these reasons, I had subconsciously been divesting from my dreams for years. I had withdrawn completely and left them like old castles sitting empty in a far-off land and I still didn’t know if they were calling me home. To find my answer, I had to clear the way. I started by looking at whether any these dream-dampening beliefs had any validity.

1. Yes, I’ve had these dreams a long time. In fact, they have guided me well. I may not have realized them fully but every step in their direction has given me rich and valuable experiences as well as deepening fulfillment, wisdom and strength.
2. Exhaustion and depletion don’t have to be the cost. There are other ways; I just have to learn them.
3. I can love and appreciate everything I have and also aspire to new goodness without guilt or shame. I can do this in a way that honours my values and respects others and the world.

Once I worked through these beliefs, something subtle and magical happened. I didn’t have an immediate answer about my dreams but as Justin and I made dinner that night, I found myself laughing, dancing and feeling lighter. I knew that uplifting energy was a result of my dreams. They had been buried under the weight of those limiting beliefs. With some clearing, they were coming back to life and so was I.

The world rarely provides predictable outcomes and life is full of challenges, hardship and limitations. It’s not easy to be a dreamer in the midst of it all. No doubt there will be times when letting go of a particular dream will be painful but necessary. After mourning, we may be surprised to find how liberated we feel. But letting go of a particular dream is not the same as letting go of dreaming.

There is something essential in this creative act, in imagining our way into a future that calls to our hearts. This isn’t about being the masterful architects of our lives, fulfilling exacting plans to a mathematical degree. Dreaming is about discovering and strengthening our capacity to create and influence change, to have an impact and to bring possibilities to life for ourselves and for one another. That’s what we creatives are here to do.

Take it to Your Journal: What if you started dreaming again?

I have a funny feeling, there would be magic.

Recently my sister Shannon and I visited my dad for the first time since COVID. In addition to hours spent at the dining room table eating and chatting (mostly amicably) about everything from politics to art to books to the Blue Jays, we had a beautiful opportunity to go through photos together. Dad has recently finished an impressive written tribute to his great Aunt Annie, a decorated and respected military nurse and now, with the encouragement of his children, he is working on his own story. One of his early steps has been gathering a collection of photos that follow the narrative of his life.

One by one, he pulled out these photographs, sharing them in chronological order and telling us the relevance of each. We heard tales of his lifelong love of swimming and fishing. We saw his familiar old friends as young men going to school, enjoying parties and pursuing careers. We witnessed our Mom’s arrival on the scene and then mine and then each one of our siblings in turn. I took in every detail of Dad’s life and also found myself looking for clues about my own.

What was I like as a little girl? What did I love? Were there clues about the path I would follow, the woman I would become?

We long for our stories.

For years in Journal Club and now in the Studio Yearbook, I encourage people to document their days. We so often underestimate the preciousness of our everyday life. Yet when the years go by or life changes by choice or by crisis, we realize the gift of everyday things: the way you ate a basket of peaches that summer day, the time your cat licked the icing off a birthday cake, the song you listened to on repeat, how you planted tulips for the first time and they bloomed. It is amazing to hear my great-great-aunt’s stories of the battle of Gallipoli but my heart was nourished by the simple stories of my dad and the house he grew up in. We laughed together as he told us about the time a robin, defending its nest, attacked him in the backyard.

Gather your days.
Gather them in drawings, photos and words.
Gather your stories and tell them, especially to yourself.

Last weekend I learned a lot about my dad and his life. I left inspired to gather my own stories, to honour and remember my own life so that in the years to come, I can look back and say, this is what I loved, this is who I was, these are the adventures I went on.

I hope you’ll do the same.

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Take It to Your Journal: Draw the Homes of Your Past

While going back over his life, one of the activities my dad found helpful was drawing the layout of the homes he has lived in. Each time it evoked memories that had been hidden below the surface. After the drawings, he turned to writing, going through each room and making note of any associated memories, whether about the room itself or what happened within it.

An example from my life: Our dining room in Roxboro had a glittering chandelier and red velvet wallpaper on an accent wall. I thought it was the height of elegance. My parents were members of a gourmet club and when it was their turn to host, people would arrive with magnificent appetizers and desserts . As hostess, Mom would make the main course. This was my introduction to béarnaise sauce, which I didn’t like at all! The dining room was also where I did my homework. Throughout my life, the dining room table has remained one of my favourite places to host, to hang out and to work.