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Are you feeding your creative self? Do you believe that creativity is an essential part of your life? Do you give yourself permission to create without guilt?

 

 

ARTIST’S CREED
I believe I am worth the time it takes to create
whatever I feel called to create.
I believe that my work is worthy of its own space,
which is worthy of the name Sacred.
I believe that when I enter this space,
I have the right to work in silence, uninterrupted,
for as long as I choose.
I believe that the moment I open myself to the gifts of the muse,
I open myself to the Source of All Creation
And become One with the Mother of Life Itself.
I believe that my work is joyful, useful and constantly changing,
Flowing through me like a river with no beginning and no end.
I believe that what it is I am called to do will make itself known
when I have made myself ready.
I believe that the time I spend creating my art is as precious
as the time I spend giving to others.
I believe that what truly matters in the making of art
is not what the final piece looks like or sounds like,
not what it is worth or not worth,
but what newness gets added to the universe
in the process of the piece itself becoming.
I believe that I am not alone in my attempts to create,
and that once I begin the work, settle into the strangeness,
the words will take shape, the form find life, and the spirit take fight.
I believe that the Muse gives to me, so does she deserve from me:
faith, mindfulness and enduring commitment.
~ Jan Phillips (2002)

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Serenade

wind sharp as a scalpel
air crisp as a granny smith
sky clear as heaven
infinite darkness bedazzled by
the perfect celestial jewel

milky and luminous
flying with arched clouds
the moon has wings
it gives us light
when we really need it

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clouds

 

Aubade

whisper of mornings golden light
warm to the touch
seen thru the veil of damp silver mesh,
remembrance of the moon

a celebration of cotton candy clouds
dressed by the dawn
straining to begin the day
like school children
aching for summer vacation

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