More making: some scribbles and doodles
I just wanted to share with you a little of how it is for me – this Making thing.
So, yesterday, I wrote that making something doesn’t mean that you have to get out all your paints and a great big canvas or craft A Great Poem.
When I get into that, I’m already outside the flow, outside the making, doing the ‘ummm,’ and ‘errr’ and ‘Is this Good Enough?’ that makes my chest tight and my stomach and shoulders tense – a place where nothing new can easily happen.
But here is a quick scribble I drew whilst sitting waiting for someone yesterday. And a few more doodles that I did in my notebook, just towards the end of the day.
A few moments, that’s all it was. My hand moving across the soft white page. I noticed the thoughts, ‘This is infantile, this is silly, I really should practise my drawing skills…’ and then I let them go.
The page, the pen, making marks, noticing with curiosity what wants to emerge.
A few moments. I felt calm and quiet – a little fizz of excitement somewhere in the bottom of my stomach beginning now too.
Something had happened.
Each day on my blog this week, I’m hosting a Carnival of Making. I’m sharing with you something that I’ve made and hearing about what you make too. I’m interested in what happens when we simply allow ourselves to make something – wothout it having to be Perfect or A Work Of Art. I’m interested in the process of Making something, finding our flow, Making as, well, simply being. Please join me and tell me about what you’re making. I’d love to hear from you.
