Sometimes, I make a request into the ethers, “Which direction do I pursue in my life/career?” or “What is the next step with this short story I’m writing?” or “Where do I go now with this painting in process?”
The next uncomfortable position is to find myself in the creative stew! For awhile, I simmer there without understanding what is going on. Feelings of uncertainty, doubt, discomfort arise and I probe these feelings. “What? What?” I forget that I asked the question(s) or invoked help and that I’m on the edge of unknowing, the precipice of what’s next.
I have been known to call this the “fertile void”. Though there is nothing apparent on the horizon, I have invoked the powers that be to show me a direction, how to proceed. Inwardly, I churn. I feel discomfort. An inner edginess. And resistance too. All these things and feelings bubbling in the cauldron of “where do I go from here?” Sometimes, the harder you push, the more elusive the answer.
When a writer, poet, artist is creating something…there are bound to be times when they are stuck and can’t see the next step. They’ve been deep in process, things seemed to be flowing and then…nothing. Flat out, nothing. Whether at the desk or canvas, they are inwardly working something out. When I remember that this is what is going on, there is some relief. “Ah, yes, I’m in that disconcerting void place. It looks like there is no forward movement. How long is it going to last? Is there something that I need to do to get unstuck!!??
At these times, I’ve found, the best thing to do is to walk away for awhile, literally and figuratively. The impasse is in place. Do something to take your mind off of it. Dance, do the laundry, get out in nature, do something you are good at. Anything that isn’t related to the dilemma.
Simultaneously, it’s a time of deep listening and seeing. Sometimes, answers come to us indirectly, through metaphor. Other times, someone says something like “You are really good at painting portraits.” or “I appreciate your sensitivity. It comes through in your poetry.” During this time of uncertainty, it pays to be alert to clues as to what the next step is. Sometimes, a direction presents in a dream. You might wake up one morning and know exactly what to do next.
Regardless, this gestation period is part of the creative process, not separate from it. We ride it out. We trust. The flow returns.