For as long as I can remember I’ve been creative. I love using my hands, and I especially love being messy – with clay, soil, paint… and I’ve not specialised in an area. Some think that’s a bad thing, but I’m quite happy to dabble in one area and then another. It keeps me free and open to try new things.
For a while now I’ve been part of a team that has been exploring creativity, but not just being creative, but what it means to be creative and worship God at the same time. Our team has evolved as we continue to search and press in to God to find new expressions, and new understanding.
One of the most poignant memories I have is a time when I was learning to throw bowls out at the pottery at Findhorn Foundation. Myself and two other friends would take it in turns to drive there and back, while we attended pottery classes there. One week we were there for their open evening, when anybody could come into the pottery and try their hand at clay. I was sat at the wheel, desperately trying to centre a lump of clay. The wheels I might add were situated so that your back was to the centre of the room, and you faced the wall. Leaning against the wall, on top of the wheel was a mirror so that you could see what you were doing, but from a different perspective. But you couldn’t really see anything else from the mirror.
People came in from the Foundation and had deep conversations about dreams, and taked about the need for visiting psychics and mediums. At this point I began to pray for these people (not out loud!) and with my mind not now focussed on the lump of clay in my hands, I found myself with a perfectly round bowl on the wheel. Rather surprised, I began the process with another lump of clay. Another bowl formed, quickly and easily. Bear in mind that creating a bowl is not easy to do (nothing is that easy on the wheel, except for splattering clayey water everywhere using the central point of the clay like a centrifuge). I created six bowls that evening, something I had not been able to do, nor since.
Although I had been part of an art team at Belladrum, drawing and painting art, and giving it away, and making jewellry to give away, I’d never experienced quite what I did that day. I think it impressed something on me – and as yet I don’t think I quite know what. But I do know that out of that I began to seek God through my creativity more than I had done before.