Creatures of Passion

I sit down at this computer day after day because I’m searching for something. The internet is my portal and my nemesis.

I used to write poetry on a regular basis. Sometimes I’d post it on my short fiction and poetry blog sometimes I wouldn’t. I would write to get the words flowing and hopefully create something beautiful to read.

If I were alive before blogs and internet and instant gratification, I wonder who I would be. Would I write poems just for my family and my self like my great-grandmother? Would my children later bind my poems together into a book? Or would I put down my pen in favor of the washing and the cooking and the children? Would I write more because I felt no pressure, or would I write less because I had no one to share it with?

Does the internet paralyze or liberate? I daresay both. It depends on how we use it or let it use us.

When I started writing poetry back in the third grade it was for the love of it because everything we do as children is for the love of it. Back when we were creatures of pure passion. Now we have bills to pay and ourselves to impress. Distractions that shadow our passions. We stop creating just for creation’s sake. We’re too busy.

I think the people who really have got it going on, the people who inspire and move and make change with their life’s work are the people who never lose that part of themselves: that creature of pure passion. They let their creature loose everyday whether they’re solving problems in corporate america or pounding the pavement in a pair of running shoes or raising children or designing websites or churning out content or making dinner or teaching yoga or…

Creatures of pure passion feel indifferent towards accolades and money and fame. They want only to kiss the earth and leave an imprint of love. The more we allow space for the creature to play, the less frightened we will become by her creations, and the more freely we can create in all our favorite ways.

When I stopped writing poetry I shut down one of my creatures. Now I’m inviting her back by sitting down with my pen and letting her be free, unconcerned by the scrutiny of the internet or the passage of time.

She loves tall trees and dandelion wishes and she’s not afraid of sharing.

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Are you searching for your creatures?

Are you letting them out to play?

What do your creatures love?

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7 thoughts on “Creatures of Passion

  1. Great blog. I enjoyed reading and I look forward to reading again. I hope that the definition of success is changing or at least making room for following your passion instead of following the crowd.

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  2. “Creatures of pure passion feel indifferent towards accolades and money and fame. They want only to kiss the earth and leave an imprint of love.”

    I must say I just had to smile when I read this line. It caught hold of me because it is exactly how I feel, how I carry forward from day to day. Although I don’t make a living through my words, writing is the very thing that lights a fire inside me. To tell stories, to convey emotions, to connect human beings together. It is an experience that rather paradoxically can not be put into words.

    How incredibly more wonderful would this world be if everyone decided to create for the sake of creation, to leave that imprint of love? That thought also makes me smile. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post and best wishes for an inspired and creative day 😉

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    1. “It is an experience that rather paradoxically can not be put into words.” << I feel this way all the time. I love paradoxical truths.

      Thank you for this comment. It is a comfort to know there are like-minded people out there, who write not for money but for the love of it. Writing is a privilege.

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  3. Reading thoughts along the lines of your post always makes me feel like I’m in the presence of something very true but very uncomfortable. The good news – and you showed it so perfectly here – is that was can always invite those people back into our lives. I don’t think we can kill them no matter how hard we try… we just have to remember to invite them out to play. I’m looking forward to seeing your poetry.

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    1. Yes, our true selves are always inside of us, looking for ways to come out. We can stifle them and make them shrink, but we cannot kill them without killing ourselves. Glad to hear you are feeling that discomfort because it usually means something important is shifting and coming to light. Thanks for visiting.

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  4. So I have that wonderful feeling that comes from finding a new kindred spirit. So many of your words seem to have been spoken directly from my own mind! This >>> “If I were alive before blogs and internet and instant gratification, I wonder who I would be. Would I write poems just for my family and my self like my great-grandmother? Would my children later bind my poems together into a book? Or would I put down my pen in favor of the washing and the cooking and the children? Would I write more because I felt no pressure, or would I write less because I had no one to share it with?” I have wondered myself many times.

    Before blogging, I would write long, ridiculous posts on facebook. And before that, I would make photo albums and scrapbooks with quotes and affirmations and little words of wisdom throughout. I didn’t think much of it at the time but it soothed me and I loved how people loved reading them. When I read memoirists like anais nin and I read ayn rand and audre lorde, I see myself in them, or should i say, they awaken something in me! And how easy it is for us these days to share our work and inspire others. All the more reason to take full advantage and let that core self be expressed. That pure passion. Before I had a way to let that out, I was a very different person inside. When things get hard, that’s the part of me that sustains me.

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