Creativity needs room.  What would this world be without music, art, literature, and live performance?  The artistic soul needs time to itself to create.  My life is beautifully abundant, and yet somehow amongst earning a living, running errands, paying bills, maintaining a home, self care and spiritual practice, I must find time to write songs and get them into a form that can be shared with others.  Each music project moves inch by inch (a little slower than a snail’s pace).  Over and over I say to myself, “I am on an eternal journey and I DO have plenty of time”, but here and now, creativity is demanding more room.  It seems like the only choice is to let everything that needs to get done gather momentum, while I take some space to write a song. It is easy to feel overwhelmed, and hard not to feel discouraged.  Humm… Deep within, I know the answer to this common artistic lament, for my Infinite Being is well-connected to Divine Wisdom.  It is time to let go of the problem, and trust the solution is on the way.  Everything is always working out for me.  In fact, everything IS working out for me.  It has always been working out for me… What problem?

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