PROMPT: December 6 – Make.
What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear some time for it?
(Author: Gretchen Rubin)
I’ve never considered myself a creative person. That was always my sister’s gift. While growing up, she was praised for her creativity: painting, creating a distinctive and unique style of dress, responding to a school project prompt (make up your own product and create advertisements for it) by selling the Pope… Ultimately, she majored in Art History and minored in Art Performance. This led to a masters degree in Art History and a career in the wide world of museums, digital photography, image digitization & acquisitions and the like. On top of the career, she also knits and crochets the most incredible yarn art, is a printmaking diva, crafts stunning jewelry and basically oozes creative energy. I’m incredibly proud of her and hope to build a collection of her artwork throughout our lives.
In comparison, words were always my gift. I was praised for my ability to string words together in compelling ways: giving persuasive speeches in class, convincing others to take particular routes as we sought to address a problem, writing essays and stories… In high school, our student activities director (who passionately disliked me primarily because I have a mouthy-streak) let me go on a student council trip despite our shared dislike of one another because “you’re the best bull-$*&#er I’ve got.” Ultimately, I majored in Religion and minored in History. This led to a masters degree in Theology and a career in the wide world of ministry and writing/editing. As far as I can tell, my sister is similarly proud of me and owns at least one of the books I’ve worked on.
She is the creative one and I am the “words” one. This has been a huge part of the framework in which I have understood the both of us over the course of the past decade or two. And while there is truth woven into this framework, I’m beginning to see that there is also unnecessary limitation. By understanding us within these boundaries, I’ve essentially said that she can’t craft words well and I’m not creative. Neither of these things is true.
This realization was ignited this year as I unlocked a very creative space within myself. It wasn’t an intentional thing – it first began as a part of the Lenten studies we had at our church. Each Wednesday we met together and joined in an experiential form of prayer: praying in color, creating and praying with prayer beads, creating and contemplating crosses made from “found objects” (junk). During this process, I discovered that I thrive in opportunities for creativity.
Most recently, two creative practices have emerged through this unlocked door:
- creating gifts via crochet. My husband’s side of our family made a decision to celebrate Christmas by making gifts for one another using our own skill sets and talents. For the first time in my life, I have followed crochet patterns – and have discovered that while I can’t knit worth a damn, I crochet rather well. The practice turns out to be quite meditative, and it is thrilling to watch simple yarn turn into beautiful and purposeful objects. (I would post photographs, but then the family would know what they’re getting!).
- writing daily. I’m a fairly smart cookie, but it had never occurred to me that writing was my primary creative activity. I suppose that in my mind I wasn’t engaged in “creative writing” because I don’t write fiction. Whatever the reason, I have always thought of my word-smithing as something practical rather than creative (as if creativity can’t be practical!). Anyhow, as I continue in this discipline of writing every single day, I am discovering that the creative parts of my brain/spirit are energized as words flow from mind through fingers to keyboard.
In 2011, I’d like to take this newly understood creativity for a spin. Using words as my medium, I would like to paint a picture of challenge and hope for the Church. I’m still working out the particular topics and themes of such a project, but I know that I want to create a full-length book throughout the course of the next twelve months. And, as I continue the process of understanding my own creative impulses and gifts, I would like to spend much of 2011 talking with my sister about her gifts (including her words).