"The writer, I thought, once his experience is over, must lie back and let his mind celebrate its nuptials in darkness. He must not look or question what is being done. Rather, he must pluck the petals from a rose or watch the swans float calmly down the river." Virginia Woolf (from A Room of One's Own)
Losing the self consciousness attached to creativity can be one of the hardest things to do. It runs deep, approval being that false friend which takes a hold of the creative spirit and puts it in a cage. When you give or offer something to the world -- a story, a poem, a song, a character -- you must take space in the aftermath.
Space to just be and breathe.
Same goes for intimacy. When you share yourself, your vulnerabilities, the quirks and foibles that only certain people can love, accept and understand, when it's over, you need space to.....
pluck the petals
from a rose
watch the swans
down the river
I am in deep gratitude for the room of my own and my own space, even as I remain mindful of the need to fill it. It is possible to only observe but not give into a craving.
Solitude is your place to breathe, rejuvenate, and feel.
Write, create, rest and incubate.
I've heard it said the space between notes make the melody.
Is it the space between people that makes the artist?