The Magic of Creativity

“I have seen landscapes… which under a particular light, made me feel that at any moment a giant might raise his head over the next ridge. Nature has that in her which compels us to invent giants, and only giants will do.” ~ C.S. Lewis


I found this quote in an article I was reading about the creative force and I loved that last line in the quote. It reminded me of my youth when my family lived in the country. I would walk to the very back of our property and sit on a big wooden table with a spiral notebook and a pen and I would write. There was something very peaceful about it, and very inspirational.

The land that backed our property had a small pond surrounded by some wooded areas and hills. It was lovely. I don’t know how many times I wished I’d dared to climb over the fence and walk under the trees and to the pond. Of course, I didn’t. That was trespassing and would have been wrong, and if I’d been caught, my mother would have tanned my backside. But that pond and those trees were like a foreign land to me, and I often found myself daydreaming about magical places and wishing I could visit them.

One time I woke up in the dead of the night because something woke me. I didn’t know why but I was drawn to my bedroom window where I saw the largest full moon I’d ever seen. It was winter and the grass was all brown. I looked towards the back of our property and something pale caught my peripheral vision. I turned and looked to the left of the window and saw movement. It was fast. As the blur got closer, it slowed, and I saw a pack of what I at first thought was a pack of coyotes until the pack got close to the electric fence that separated our house from the back of the property. The leader stopped and sat down and I saw my first wild wolf. He was gorgeous. He sat for a while. I don’t know if he knew I was there or not. The pack joined him and then, as if called by something or someone, he turned and loped away, the pack following. There were at least six total. I have never forgotten the magic of that night.

There is something so visceral about Nature that it requires one to create something magical. I became a mermaid on my very first visit to a beach with crystal blue waters so clear you could see to the bottom. I spent as much time as I could in the ocean and if I hadn’t had to eat or use the necessary facilities, I would never have left the water. To this day I still feel as if I left a part of my soul in the ocean there at Playa del Carmen, and that trip inspired several poems.

What is it that sparks the magical/divine force of creativity within us? What gives us the inspiration to create something from nothing? We are magicians, sorcerers, gods. To crib Shakespeare, we have witchcraft in our lips, or rather, in our imaginations. We give birth to whole worlds complete with people, animals, nature, and everything that goes with it. How do we do it?

Creativity is a necessary tool for writers. If you’ve ever watched children at play then you’ve seen creativity at full force. I totally wish I could access my childhood imagination because it was awesome. I was only limited to the boundaries of what I could dream, and I dreamed a lot. I still dream, but most of the time now I find myself chained to day-to-day activities that want to prevent me from dreaming and using my imagination. Though, lately, I am discovering that certain tasks lend themselves well to daydreaming. Repetitive tasks, where the mind just goes blank at the redundancy, have brought to mind new ideas for me to use. Rocking my youngest son to sleep gave me new scenes for the book I’ve been trying to write, and I’ve even found some new stories in actual dreams when I sleep.

We’re all inspired by different stimuli. And whether we invent fairies and giants or rock monsters or the apocalypse, creativity is the force that drives us. Find something that inspires your creative force and let it rage within you.

For creativity compels magic, and only magic will do.



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