The Postpartum of your creative pursuits

How we conceive, gestate, birth and nourish our ideas.

Friends,

I’m really excited to share this post with you. I originally wrote it as a guest writer for another Publication, and had to wait minimum three months before I could release it to my community here. I’ve been counting down the days.

I believe that this concept of exploring our OWN birth, as an insight into our creative process, to be generally unknown. Unknown, and incredibly powerful and completely game changing. Even if you’ve never birthed your own babies. You were born. therefore you have inherited a creative blueprint. This process offered an incredible exploration for myself and shifted the entire way I show up creatively, as a mother maker, and beyond.

It’s had me release confusion, shame or a lack of clarity around how I make, what I make, and gifted me an incredible amount of confidence in my own very personal process.

Our birth stories become blueprints.

Our own births.

Then again in different ways for each of our children.

In this post we completely unpack this and explore through my storytelling and examples. You’ll likely want to take notes.

I also show you how to shift and change these blueprints when they are no longer serving the way you’d like to show up in the world.

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I’m really excited to hear from you, your “ah haaa” moments with this post in the comments and am more than happy to explore even deeper with those of you who find this valuable.

Let’s begin!

Love Kat

Oh, the rush I’d feel at 11.30pm at night as I was jolted by a streak of inspiration.

Ideas floating around, unsure which one to catch and seed into the soil and make reality.

So many temptations, seductions, so many unique avenues to explore.

I’d spend an hour or so “mind mapping” which I would call “heart storming” and having my ideas spread out on paper.

I was visual. I needed to see it. It was and still is a part of my creative process.

I was lit up,

pregnant with potential.

Getting the ideas were the easy part.

Getting inspired by a seed of what’s possible came as second nature.

I felt like fertile ground.

Though, it was gestating my vision that had me meet my edge.