The Flow and the Forge

In the beginning comes the flash of inspiration, the flicker of an idea, the flow of meaning.

This is the genesis of almost any creative work. We feel lucky when we experience it. And some of us conspire to make it happen more frequently and deliberately.

We use ancient language and the metaphors of the natural world to describe it. The word “inspire” literally means “in breath” (from the Latin verb spirare).  We hope for the magical breath (air), or spark (fire), or to draw from the well (water). This longed-for and mysterious state of mind goes by many names across cultures: awen, or imbas, or qi, or prana, or flowing spirit, or grace. It means something like life force, energy, higher vibration, or the web that connects everything. Artists might call it the Muse. We seek the feeling of being filled with ideas, words, thoughts, solutions, directions, the numinous. We feel connected to the world, in love with life, as if we are humming along as we are supposed to.

It is a state of receptivity, of being open, of being . . . soft. Listening. Letting be. Forgetting the self. I have learned that the “flow” aspect of creativity is best approached obliquely. Some things seem to feed it: day or night dreams, meditation, play. Even repetitive physical tasks like showering, or walking, can allow us to enter this quietude of the mind, when another part of ourselves stirs and listens. An unfettered mind is a creative mind.

Some artists describe “getting out of the way” to let it flow through and out onto the page, the canvas, the keyboard, the graph paper. “May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children,” wrote the poet Rainer Maria Rilke.

Much of my artistic life has been in the service of creating visual art around words, often on commission. Being in business as a jobbing scribe and illuminator for many years, often having to adhere to a schedule, means I can’t always wait for the blessed moments of inspiration to arrive before I begin.

Here is what I have learned: just showing up is valuable. Artists who have some kind of daily practice simply put themselves in the way of inspiration. It doesn’t always come when we ask. We might toil away day after day, refining our craft, wondering why we practice, why we enter a space and time when the goal or product is not important.  But it is a practice of being ready and open. When the exalted feeling appears, and we begin to sense the glorious connections, it is as if we have been invited to a party and we’re all dressed and ready to go, in our party dress and tiara.

My practice varies according to what I am seeking to make. For visual art, sometimes I will just begin with marks on the paper, or a color, or write the words I want to use many times, in different sizes and styles. The same goes for compositional writing. I will begin by just writing randomly on the subject. Whatever comes to mind, no matter how disjointed, is worth the “ink” of “getting it down.”

My preferred method of composition is to sit down with lined paper and a pen first thing in the morning, and handwrite. Perhaps it is the literal flow of ink onto paper that I like, my enduring love of the tools of my trade. It can be free writing, a journal entry, a letter to a friend, a blog post, a review— all keep the writing muscle exercised. Doing this in the morning often yields a connection to my deeper dreaming self. If I am lucky and move slowly and stay away from distractions, I will be able to recall and record a dream. I rarely use an actual dream in my writing, but images and sensations from dreams do find their way into the waking world and onto the page. While writing this post, I had a dream of describing this to someone, using words about fire.

So just getting it down begins the process. If I am working on commission, or deadline, the sooner I start the better off I will be. This allows me the cushion time of “walking away” which seems to be crucial to my creative process. Sooner or later I will feel frustrated with my attempts at “play” and feel I am bad at it. The germ of my first idea seems to be yielding nothing and I despair of the whole sorry mess. The more I strive and feel frustrated in the work, the better it will flow when I return to it later. It has gotten “under my skin” with the effort of the first attempt.

There is such a thing as “walking away” too soon, but doing something else for a while does seem to be key. Taking a walk, doing the dishes, a half hour of my qigong practice, or best of all, sleeping on it, performs a mysterious alchemy, and permits the work to go forward.

Often as not, when I return to the worktable, I will see with fresh eyes and find something to follow. “Letting it gel” is a sort of incubation process. I look at or read through the dreck and find something to follow, something that deserves polishing. This might happen over and over again before finishing the first draft.

flow and forge_anvil flame

If inspiration can described using metaphors of air, fire, and water, the other part of the craft can be seen as “earthing” the fertile gleanings.  Then the work of the forge begins. This part of the work is often described in building language: hammering, assembling, cutting, pasting, connecting, shaping, structuring, fitting together. This is when I do my editing, using my analytical mind to pick and parse my words, or to make design decisions. It is the “hands on” part of the process, the time of bringing the strands of wild brightness into a weaving, a form, a container.

Even the typing of my handwritten pages, which writers used to give to minions to do (and I used to be such a worker bee), is for me part of the creative cycle. In transcribing from written pages to digital form, I enter the role of being reader of my own work. That distance can give me the necessary critical eye to begin the slash/burn/refresh process of editing. The greatest gift to my editor self has been the cut and paste function on my computer. Very often I will rearrange entire paragraphs, putting a later paragraph that has more punch at the beginning and the more expository material later on. Much is deleted, but occasionally I’ll move sentences to the bottom of the document, just in case I want to revisit a forgotten jewel.

flow and forge_writing_1974It is a very rare thing for the work to emerge as whole cloth. Finding this very early handwritten manuscript from 1974 made me remember how in love I was with the act of writing, both the look and the sense of it. That was truly the white-hot heat of creativity, and I waited in vain for it to visit again for the rest of my college days. I knew nothing of the nuts and bolts of editing, but have learned it in the years since, and as a result have been much more productive.

The time in the forge is important. It requires a single minded focus, a discerning eye, and a measure of ruthlessness. The inspiration of poetry is best answered while it is fresh, to “strike while the iron is hot.” But then it must be hammered out on the anvil. Finishing is also part of the creative art; choices must be made. “Too many irons in the fire” is counterproductive.

Here is a discovery I have made after long years: it is just as possible to enter the “flow” while at the forge as at any other time. Working at anything that gives one pleasure and satisfaction, to the point where one forgets about oneself or the end result, is what flow is all about. It is not only the flash of inspiration, but being absorbed in work that one is good at and that offers a sense of fulfillment.

For this reason, any creative activity can be very healing. “I spent time writing my feelings,” writes Sue Monk Kidd. “I spoke them to my counselor. I prayed them. I dreamed them. I danced them. I drew them . . . Few of us seem to know the healing that can come from expressing our feelings through symbols.” This has been true for me all my life, and from an early age, I discovered that writing and making were salvation for a troubled spirit. In a poem called “For the Artist at the Start of the Day,” John O’Donohue, the poet, writes of that state when the “gift within you slips clear / Of the sticky web of the personal / With its hurt and its hauntings . . . to dwell uniquely / between the heart and the light / To surprise the hungry eye / By how deftly it fits / About its secret loss.” This is how pain becomes beauty, transfiguring wounds into form.

Beware the pressure that other people can cause by invoking the dreaded comparison monster. When I decided to major in creative writing in college, my family made much of the fact that I would write the next “Great American Novel.” Yes, it was said with the capital letters. I can’t express how irritating this was to me; it was not helpful. The work is what it is, and must stay that way for it to be completed. Dreaming of wild success is self-defeating to the work itself. It has taken me years to put words to this. It is why I often keep my projects under my hat, not telling anyone what I am working on.

Despite that urge toward isolation, I have also found that getting into community with other artists has been extraordinarily fruitful. Years ago, when I was a struggling scribe, I discovered my local calligraphy guild and the art world opened up for me. I began attending meetings and conferences and study groups, and was so inspired that my work took a quantum leap in quantity and quality. I have never forgotten that lesson, and have found various ways to keep alive my connection to other creative souls despite periods of deep introversion and limited physical ability to get out of the house. For this I confess that the internet, that time-stealer, has also been a lifeline. Because I can express myself pretty well in writing, I was an early adopter of using the forums and virtual communities of the web to connect. The internet is a mixed bag, but I have made some wonderful friendships through it.

One of these friends was the inspiration for this post. This past year I joined an online spiritual community which followed the wheel of the year with 30-day e-courses. Almost every morning a poem or musing with a beautiful image was delivered to my inbox, along with a prompt to write or take a picture on some theme of the season. This was extraordinarily fertile for me, and not only revived poetry writing but some fun with photography and drawing as well.

One of these prompts – how do you respond to the flowing spirit of Awen? – led to a discussion about the nature of creativity. A sister writer asked me, “Since I know you make your living as a creative, how does Awen work in your work life?” She said her beautiful poems arrived as “a happenstance thing” but confided that she was becoming a bit impatient with waiting and had been having some good experiences with deciding to be in “the flow.”

In February I sat down and wrote 1200 words in response to this question; then life intervened and I am just now getting around to finishing it. It turns out I had a lot to say and wanted to say it well, so it kept going on the back burner. I also found myself combing through saved quotations and reading and listening to books on the subject. Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés writes in her audiobook The Creative Fire about why artists make art:

“Sometimes it’s simply a giving a pleasure to yourself or others. A pleasure to self, often, is something that we call numinosity, that means a feeling state, that unequivocally reminds the artist that all things live in relation to one another and that recognition or realization by the artist is accompanied usually by a feeling of ecstasy or bliss. So one might say that the reason many artists are driven to their work once they finally understand how to connect to it on a day to day basis, is that they’re actually driven by ecstasy, driven by the repetition over and over again of entering over the threshold into the unconscious where the spirit gives profound pleasure through the feeling of oneness with the creative self.”

Yes, this is the secret of the flowing, healing, incubating, hammering, connecting creative condition. Participating in the magic and surprise of the universe has been and will continue to be, one of the great pleasures of my life. May it be so for all of us!


Photo credits: all photos are created by the author. If you copy them, please credit to Cari Ferraro.
At top, Image #1 of the “flow” is an image I took of my backyard creek in flood stage in March of 2017, cropped and colored in Photoshop.
Image #4 is a composite of my hearth with my grandmother’s anvil superimposed on some scrying fire at the same hearth at Samhain, composited in Photoshop.
The other photos are simply iPhone photos in my office.

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  • Bee Smith 05/10/2017, 1:18 pm

    Sterling post on the creative fire, and flow.

    • Cari 05/10/2017, 1:23 pm

      Thank you, Bee, your words warm me.

  • Jane Brenner 05/10/2017, 1:31 pm

    Thanks for this ! Did you sense how many words you used with the letter “f”? Flash, flicker, flow, fire, forge! There’s a poem there, waiting to be flourished and finished….

    • Cari 05/10/2017, 3:29 pm

      You are welcome, Jane! Yes, I am fond of alliteration, sometimes to excess. Also fond of words beginning with “f” though I did remove an f-word from my paragraph on the comparison monster … 😉

  • Joanna 05/11/2017, 7:16 am

    Such a stirring, beautiful piece. Thank you Cari.

  • Liz 05/13/2017, 7:41 am

    Oh! Oh! Oh! I think I need to read this a few dozen more times. There is so much here that wants to snake its way into my soul, so much that sparks me and shakes my complacency. There is a mirror here I need to look into. Thank you, Cari.

    • Cari 05/16/2017, 5:42 pm

      Liz, it is so good to find your comment here. Thank YOU for the spark that began it all. It was so good for me to write this post and explore my process. I so enjoy reading about other’s experiences, and it was time to add my voice to the mix.

  • Lori Fitzgerald 05/15/2017, 9:13 am

    Hi Cari, I’ve come here from Terri Windling’s blog, and I’m so glad I did. What a gorgeous, inspirational, meaningful post on creativity. I love your comparison to the elements. This is what I needed to read at the start of another week. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with us readers, and I will be sharing this link with other fellow creative types.

    • Cari 05/16/2017, 5:36 pm

      Welcome, Lori! I am so grateful for Terri’s blog for she has sent me on many inspirational tangents. I am glad to have been a new one for you and other readers today! Sorry for the delay in finding your comment; this site has been upgrading to mobile and it has had its rocky bits.

  • Shveta 05/15/2017, 11:54 am

    Yes to all of this. 🙂 (Here via Terri’s post.)

    Time to go be open for the Muse!

    • Cari 05/16/2017, 5:33 pm

      Welcome, Shveta, and may the Muse be with you!

  • Anne 05/15/2017, 3:52 pm

    Thank you for sharing from the depths of your process, Cari. I love being able to more clearly experience your rhythms and beautiful dances. Even before I first met you at Sheila’s, I could sense these powerful elements in your work. What a cherished treasure you are to all of us. I am profoundly grateful to be so positively influenced by you and your beautiful work. Bless you, dear friend.

    • Cari 05/16/2017, 5:32 pm

      Anne, it is so good to hear from you. I am afraid your comment got a little lost during this website’s update for mobile, so forgive the long linger in the wings. I am glad I found it! It means so much to be “seen.”

  • laurie doctor 02/06/2018, 5:51 pm

    HI Cari, thank you for your response, and for leading me back to The Flow and the Forge. There is so much detail here…I am in admiration of your devotion to writing. You touched on something I have been thinking about, the balance between solitude and community…

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