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Photo by The Earthy Jay There are moments when creating doesn’t feel like effort. It feels like exhaling.Not striving, not controlling. Just allowing. I’ve been thinking about creativity not as an act of doing, but as an act of surrender. Like a child disappearing into a game. Like the ink that spills onto the page before thought can catch it. That kind of presence—the kind that doesn’t try to…

The process isn’t all light and flow. Sometimes it’s aching muscles trembling with tiredness, pushing boundaries to grow stronger and more flexible. It’s the stiffness that locks the mind and hands, when everything feels dry, blank, and far from inspired. Yet beneath that exhaustion, our souls are screaming to be heard — craving expression, connection, and meaning. That tension between the…

Boundaries—they can feel like tough love, like walls that keep others out. But really? They’re the fiercest act of self-love you’ll ever give yourself. Especially in creativity, where your energy is gold and your time, a fragile treasure. We all struggle with boundaries. Maybe guilt sneaks in — saying no feels wrong, or we worry about disappointing. Maybe it’s fear of missing out or just the…

Photo by MART PRODUCTION It’s easy to fall for pretty. The quick thrill of a glance, the surface shimmer that dazzles but never digs deep. Pretty is the fling — the momentary rush when we admire someone else’s artwork or the flawless, polished creation that feels safe to love from a distance. But real artistic love? That’s beauty. Beauty isn’t just the spark — it’s the long, messy dance. It’s…

We live in a world that seduces us with novelty. Every idea is a spark, and sparks are sexy — they light us up, make us feel alive. But staying? Holding? Seeing it through? That’s where the real work begins. It’s not just distraction. It’s fear, too. Fear that we won’t be good enough. That the thing we’re making won’t match the vision we had when it first danced into our minds. So we pause. We…

Photo by Alexey Demidov Before the bloom, before the dazzling colours and ripe fruits—there’s the soil. Rich. Hidden. Often overlooked. Creativity doesn’t sprout from nowhere. It rises from the deep, dark, quiet spaces where we nurture what’s not yet visible. The ideas we haven’t spoken aloud. The moments we stare out the window, half-lost in thought. The morning pages, the yoga practices that…