Reading Deprivation

One of my mentors, an artist in Monument, Colorado, comes to me each week to ask how I am doing. She asks about the dating, job and singing parts of me while seeing past the facade of my public face. Recently, she brought me a book (The Artist's Way) and asked me to take a journey to discover my creativity at a deeper point. The place where God has been keeping it safe. Deep within where the "little girl" in me is waiting for the big girl responsibilities to get out of the way.
So, I took it on.... for four weeks. Then I hit a wall - the book was really causing me to find that deeper place. This was not good. I have responsibilities, to read and get my seminary assignments finished, which require my left brain. The exercises in the book were messing everything up. So I put it aside.

Yesterday I finished my semester and can feel my left brain swelling over my right. As I picked up the "Artist's Way," I remembered the exercise I left weeks ago.... reading deprivation. That's right, no reading for one week. The point of not reading for a week is that by reading (possibly an addiction for creative people in denial) my creativity doesn't need to work. I can get all my ideas from others - writers, actors, dancers, biographies, theologians...

I think this is the week. Back on the "Artist's Way" wagon. Maybe I will be writing more blogs...