“In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction in was coming. Sometimes it seems to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. – C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

Can you hear it? That song. The one which stirs up the air and ruffles your senses. It gets inside your body and jumps along your veins, itching and jittering about and seeking.

It is the call sung into the world from the beginning – the call to dream, to build, to make, to create. It is a call, undeniable.

It never occurred to me that I was “creative” until other people began using the word to describe me – often in comparison to themselves. “Oh, but you are so creative.” Said or unsaid it implied they were not. It saddened me.

Years ago, before children, I stashed this quote into my bible – it has been a long-time companion, a solace in the dark “I can’t believe this is my life” moments, in the “what am I doing with this life” moments, even the “this can’t be the all of my life” moments. It reminds me that every moment is an opportunity to create something – creation isn’t only found in the physical, it is in all the moments that make up a life, a family, a home, and a marriage. None of these people have ever been together like this before – we are the beginning, the world being sung into being, and in every moment we are creating a legacy, a part of the whole fabric of life – each thread twining in and around, pulling and looping.

We are all creating the moments of our lives alongside other creating, dreaming, building people – to create is a mandate, proof positive that the world is called into being. You are creative – you are the created.

“Whether we are poets, or parents, or teachers, or artists, or gardeners, we must start where we are and use what we have. In the process of creation and relationship, what seems mundane and trivial may show itself to be holy, precious, part of a pattern.”  – Luci Shaw , Horizons: Exploring the Creation

We are creation – and within us the blueprint for creation calls out. I might sometimes pull thread through fabric, put pencil to paper, or splash paint over canvas but I also sing silly jingles to my kids, make references to obscure movies, fold clothes, wash dishes, and throw things in a pot and call it soup. I am, in turn, creating a life and so are you.

“Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children’s bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: “Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

Yes, yes, and again yes.  GO and BE.

Today’s word for #wholemama is: Create. Find us here – Overflow