not creative

Am still not feeling extremely creative.

Sometimes it is like that. I think Julia Cameron called it “Desert times” when you just can not be creative in your chosen art. But she also said something like: those times are needed and should be appreciated to do other things and other arts.

There is transformation at work. Underneath your conscience. Just let it happen. Go with the flow!




lean against…. and listen #amwriting #WritingPrompt #WANA

Yesterday I became member of the WANA (We Are Not Alone) group Writing to heal which has started a project of writing prompts. The newest is taken from Julia Cameron‘s Book “The Right to Write” and I thought it might be fun to share what I come up with.

I will not edit it just write as the exercise is supposed to be done this way.

I quote Kasey Mathews from the group: “With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “


wanås (Photo credit: i_am_sonicsonia)

I have come to my safe place a forest clearing with soft light and a well of wisdom in the centre. I am sitting down close to it leaning on the huge tree beside the cheerful gurgling well. Mother Earth, Wild Woman, Moth, Crow, Spider and Wolf are welcoming me. I greet an honour them. I take a deep breath and relax. All the tensions seem to flow away while I am waiting for the story teller whom I have never met. My celestial team builds a circle around me, the the tree and the well open at the other end towards the forest. I am waiting.

An ancient woman dressed in grey tunics and a beautiful carved hazel branch as a walking stick appears and comes down slowly towards the tree. She greets us all and settles on the other side of the tree.

We wait in silence.

“Inner Story Teller I greet and honour you!” The woman smiles and clears her voice:

“As the wind flies and the doves dance with him change is coming soon. It encircles the universe and embraces us all. Do not hesitate or resist as Baldur did.

Baldur the favourite son of Xenax the ancient King has come to see the seer. She lived high on the holy mountain and he had a long way to walk and climb. After he reached the top he sat down exhausted looking to find a fresh water to drink but there was nothing. The seer watched him from afar. As he could not find anything to sooth his thirst he got angry. He stood up and stamped his feet.

The seer still just watched. He shouted:”Where are you Seer?! Give me to drink!” but she did not appear. He got angrier and angrier and stamped and stamped until there was a huge hole in front of the tree. Baldur saw the roots of the tree. He was exhausted. So he sat down with his hands on the roots waiting. A deep sadness came over him. He remembered all the friends he had known and lost. he remembered all the places he has loved which have gone. he remembered all the great deeds done by the heroes of his time. So he stood up again still thirsty climbed out of the hole leaving.


He made his way down the hill and towards the sea. In a small harbour he found Roald the boatman. “Please bring me to Ora the end of everything!” The old boatman looked at him for a long while. “Why do you want to take up these perils?” he asked Baldur. “To bring back those I loved and am missing!” Again the boatman looked at him for a long while. He then sighed. “It is not your task!” “I do not care! I love and miss them and I need to bring them back!” Baldur said and anger started to rage. Roald saw that raging flame in Baldur and decided not to give food to its devastating power. He nodded and invited Baldur into the boat.

He turned the boat and stood at the forward end holding up the oar in front of him. Slowly the boat started to move as he hummed the ancient boatmen’s melody.

I have not been told the perils Baldur and the boatman had to endure. They have been lost in time. But the ancients told me about the horrors Baldur brought back when he succeeded at last: He was reunited with his friends and family whom he had lost in time. At first they greeted him with love as they expected he had come to join them. But soon he started to plead with them to come back to the land of the living and make a merry life together. They were aghast as it was against all rules of life. They tried to run and hide but he found them again and again one by one. He would not let go. So at last they agreed to come with him as they would not find rest otherwise.

You can not imagine the glee Baldur experiences when he realised he had succeeded. He called the boatman who silently took them in and brought them back safely. But as soon as Baldur’s lost family members and friends touched the land of the living they were changed into ghastly creature no one could have or ever can imagine. They rushed over the country from North to South from East to West and haunted all . There was no escape.

Baldur ran and ran and ran to save those he loved and lived but he had not the power to overcome the dead he had called and brought back. After fighting many moons he came back to the boatman and sat down in front of him. he bowed His head and cried. “What have I done?!” He whispered.

The boatman had pity on him and said:” Now you are ready. Go back to see the seer!”

So Baldur walked and climbed back up on the holy mountain to see the seer. The hole he had stamped was still there but the roots have tried out and the tree was seared. Again he said down and cried: “What have I done?” he whispered.

He waited. He breathed. He waited. He breathed. He waited.

As the sun rose behind the tree the seer came to Baldur and spoke: ” There is wisdom in death. There is wisdom in change. Do not fight the laws of life and you will prosper!” she said as she laid her hands on his forehead. Suddenly he knew.

He stood up and loosened the soil in front of the tree. It grew higher and higher until the trees roots were covered again. The seer smiled. She nodded and showed him the way to the well where he found a golden cauldron. He filled it with water and came back to the tree. He gave thanks and carefully watered the loosened soil and the tree. And he sat down and waited. A full night and day went.

As the sun went down the little sprout of a new tree appeared just in front of the old. Baldur sat and breathed. With every breath he remembered one of those he had lost and brought back. And he apologised to every single one of them. And he let them go one by one. He let go and let go and let go. One by one the wraiths changed back to their old souls and gathered at Roald’s boat.

The ancient boatman smiled and knew everything was good.”

As the story ends the woman smiles again. She gets up with a gesture of blessing towards me and slowly walks back into the forest.