Creation

I don't pretend to know the place from where creativity emerges.

I do know how to listen, though, to hear when it calls.

I don't usually work in clay, but for weeks now, she has been calling to me to be born.  I honestly could not create anything else until she had taken form.  So last night, I finally gave in.

(What started off as a shell, a place where she had hidden and could hide again, simply became an etched rock onto which she rested while she Became from the earth.)

I don't know why we create.  

But I know that we must listen to that which we do not understand, create through our unknowing, and trust in what emerges.

Namaste.