Last night, in ritual space, I finished one of my fairy dolls that I started last December. Sitting in its unfinished state, it was symbolic of the many things I have started in my life and then let lie fallow. I admit that I did not have one clear strong intention for my ritual, but several moved through me as I was working. One was: I persist in my creativity.
This is so important. When I think of persistence, I often think of unpleasant or boring tasks that take days, weeks, months, or years to complete, that have many stages, progress slowly, and seem to have few rewards. Some things are like that. Writing a book, once you’re past the initial excitement, is probably like that. Despite having been told since I was a child that someday I would write a book, I have not yet seriously tried my hand at writing one, but I have watched others close to me work at their own book projects. It takes a lot of faith to sit with each blank page, each sentence, day after day as the words flow or dribble out, and not know what will eventually be born of all the work. Taking care of children is probably like that too. Knitting a blanket is probably like that. Row upon row–and how many good reasons there are to just put the whole thing down! After all, there are already lots of blankets in the world. There are already lots of books. Who needs the one you are creating?
Except, what you are creating is needed. You, as the creator, are needed. I am needed, as someone who has persisted through a process I wanted to give up on. The finished product may or may not be what I wanted it to be. My fairy doll did not turn out perfectly last night. She had glue matted in her hair no matter how careful I was with the glue. My pencil seemed to have a mind of its own when I was drawing her face, and I think her smile looks a little silly. But I thought (and this was also one of my intentions): I persist in my creativity even though what I create is imperfect. I love the act of being creative and the abundance that manifests through me when I am creative. After all, tonight I have a fairy doll, who is, along with her sister who was created last year, helping to remind me of even more of my intention.
Vision. Gratitude. Yes, I am grateful for many things. I am grateful for the bits of the sunset I watched tonight, the pink-tinged clouds. I thought of my best friend’s father-in-law, who is leaving this world tonight. I wished him a good journey. Later tonight, I will light a candle and pray for him. I am grateful, too, for the strength of vision, which has brought me back to writing here, which has brought me back to my love for ritual and my passion for the beautiful and the sacred.