There are a lot of things that inspire me. I'm often that person sitting in the back corner of a tea shop, library, class, or meeting- observing. In the most literal sense of the word. I love diluting information, letting it seep in, digesting it, and pouring out what might help or inspire others. It keeps me thirsty and wanting more. I guess, in the most literally sense of the word- it keeps me full.
I've been on a quest for a few years now to live the most authentically through the expressive arts. To me, - expressive arts is a way of living and being in the world. The more I feel creatively full- the more I can do, act, and be. The less I tend to my creative thirst- the more I feel stuck, blocked, and uncertain.
As I journey through motherhood, I recall plenty of times when sleeping was a process of the past. I remember waking up- patting, shushing- only to go to sleep for one more hour before I had to wake up and go to work. AM and PM got confusing. And I couldn't quite remember what I had to attend too. Creativity. Nourishment. Sleep. What was that? It took about a year before I realized I was suffering as a mom by not attending to my creative needs. I realized that I had this thirst that was depleting slowly..drying up.
Sipping tea paused me. It was hot. I had to wait. Waiting became the very thing I looked forward too. Because during "the wait"- I started to appreciate it.
Motherhood is one of the hardest and most gratifying experiences of my life. But I'm also reminded each day that I don't have to choose between giving my creative being to my son and being one.
My hope is that my creativitea cafe can be just that for others. A place to pause. To wait. To see life through the expressive arts- a place to converse about all arts through the senses (ie: visual, music, story-telling, poetry, writing, dance/movement) and a place to feel a sense of warmth and peace.
Enjoy your cup of creativitea,
--MM
