Ironically, it was the thoughtful gift of a book from my friend that snapped me out of this creative coma. I haven't read it yet. I haven't even cracked it open. I've done nothing but read her sweet card and put the book on my night stand. The amazing thing, however, is that the moment I saw the cover of the book, I felt my funk snap. It was gone. My mind was immediately alert. My emotional center made riotous noise, upset that I've been ignoring it. "The Hidden Messages in Water" by Masaru Emoto brought with it not only an appreciation for my friend, but also a flood of memories from a past relationship, conversations, love letters, pillow talk, all of it washed over me in a single instant. My bond with him was the most creatively charged growth experience I've ever had. The same was true for him and our energies combined was a powerful cocktail. The memory of what it feels like to be constantly turned on to the world came rushing back to me.I'm grateful for my friend gently showing me, even without intending to, that it's time to let this creative coma slip away.
