There’s something about creativity that takes you to another place. Like floating on the ocean, waiting for a wave to catch, you forget about all earthly things and enjoy the peace and stillness of the sparkling warm sky above and the coolness of the saltwater that carries you. You feel the surge of the wave pulling you, and in a moment you choose: to dive under, letting the white water crash over you; or, to float above it, letting the surging water raise you up to the height of the wave; or, to turn towards shore and stretch your arms out in front, letting the wave carry you as far as it wills.

Everything else is forgotten. You feel the power of the ocean, its speed, and your own lightness, as you fly at the mercy of the wave, chilly saltwater pouring off you, you rise, exhilarated, from the ocean floor.

You squint towards the beach umbrella and towels. “Did you see that?!,” and raise your arms triumphantly.

Such is creativity, a force that you can’t ignore. So much larger than you, it’s a whisper that you hear as a roar. It’s something you feel in your spirit, that isn’t just for you.

You want to shout, “can you see that?!”, “can you feel that?!”, “do you know that?!”.

But they can’t, and they won’t … unless you ride the wave, unless you let it pick you up and hurl you towards the beach (not knowing where it will take you or how far), unless they see you rise triumphantly (with sand stuck in all the wrong places), and unless you beckon them in … to see, to feel, to know.