I’ve been listening to this song, Fatiliku on loop recently, which in the West African language of Wolof means, to remember. It’s a track from Omar Sosa and Seckou Keita’s beautifully entitled album, Transparent Water, and it’s easily one of the richest and most uplifting pieces of music I’ve heard in a long time. Every time I listen to it, it feels like a returning home; it moves me so fiercely and familiarly that I’m convinced this song is what the blood coursing through my veins must sound like. It’s not at all unusual for me to play one song repeatedly for days on end when it resonates really deeply; each time picking out different sounds and nuances, finding myself in parts I hadn’t heard previously; listening from different spaces of consciousness, with new ears, new perspectives, new imaginings. When music moves through me in this way, I feel more connected, more rooted, more whole. The force from which this piece of music was birthed literally planted its seed in me, bearing the sweetest fruit imaginable, which has fed me for the past three days. That’s the power embedded in creativity. Whether it’s painting, writing, cooking, singing, gardening, storytelling, dancing, making, building, whatever our calling, when we create – and we all do, whether deliberately or unconsciously – we tap into the infinite energy that drew us forth; the language of our cells; the dance of Divine intervention.
Contrastingly, when our creative energy becomes stagnant through fear, lack of care, toxicity and deficiency, that very stagnation can be felt throughout every facet of our being. When we ignore and neglect our creative impulses, we disturb the flow and rhythm of our natural cycles, creating blockages in our inner and outer worlds. One client I had, noted that their physical pain only ceased when they were engaged in their art. Another, who had abandoned their creative calling in favour of the security of a ‘real job’ they in fact hated, began to experience low appetite, low mood, low libido, dry skin and eyes, and fatigue. Their creative and sexual juices had quite literally dried up and they had lost all appetite for life, by virtue of the undeniable truth that creative energy is sexual energy, is life force energy, is why-we-came energy.
So then, how exactly are we prioritising our creative health? Are we making enough space for ourselves in our lives? For the things that ignite passion and bring joy, or are we using the excuse of not-enough-time? Because in actual fact there really isn’t enough time. Life is far too fleeting to forfeit our joy, to postpone our pleasure, to abandon ourselves. We have to start reframing what we’ve been taught to value and reviewing what takes precedence.
Our creative health is the state of health we create through our thoughts, communication, beliefs and practices; through our self-actualisation, our self-expression. Self-expression, in essence governs our gene expression; which genes are switched on and off, which diseases are likely to manifest as a result of our lifestyle choices, our thoughts, our vibration – this is the basis of epigenetics. So ultimately, the neglect of our creative health is the neglect of our physical health.
The place we love, laugh and cry from; the lens we view the world through is the same place we create from. There is no separation. So what are we creating? Bliss, vitality, clarity? Chaos, disease, despair? Where can we let go and make some space in order to receive inspiration and wellbeing? How can we express from a place of purity so that our bodies can thrive? What kinds of artistry can we tap into to nurture the parts of ourselves that require healing? This is where our creativity becomes really powerful.
Fundamentally, we have to begin to realise that we were born to create; to know that creative energy surges through us at all times, and that we can tap into this limitless stream whenever we choose to, receiving endless creative downloads. At our core, we are grace, flow, clarity. So, why waste time distorting this image with fear, lack and self-doubt? Why cloud and complicate the truth of who we are when we can be transparent water?