I often feel like I'm in a relationship with creativity. The more space and care I give it, the more it gives me. Creativity is like serendipitous magic, arriving in its own perfect time. If it finds the receiver too busy or not in a receptive space, it quickly makes its merry way to another more eager soul. I got this notion from Elizabeth Gilbert, where she writes about Big Magic, the nature of ideas and the possibility that they might, in fact, be…wait for it…ALIVE.

Hence the need for conscious creative time.