{"id":6761,"date":"2017-08-24T01:00:06","date_gmt":"2017-08-24T08:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=6761"},"modified":"2017-08-20T16:54:07","modified_gmt":"2017-08-20T23:54:07","slug":"go-with-the-flow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/go-with-the-flow\/","title":{"rendered":"Go With The Flow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What do you call it when your creativity just seems to flow?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Alison-Luterman.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6762 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Alison-Luterman.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"190\" height=\"173\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.alisonluterman.net\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Alison Luterman<\/a> had an epiphany:<\/p>\n<p>I was singing in a little pop-up chorus this past month. It was a tricky classical piece, and the other women were all looking intently at their sheet music. I don&#8217;t really read music, so I ignored the paper and gazed at our teacher, trying to meld my brain with hers. Okay, I know this is going to sound woo-woo, but that night in chorus, watching the teacher&#8217;s hands on the keyboard, hearing her sing the parts, my body understood the music on a level my mind couldn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>In Interplay we call this &#8220;ecstatic following&#8221; and we often do it as a group in dance. I remember being introduced to the concept and having an immediate suspicious reaction to it: &#8220;Ecstatic following&#8211; you mean you surrender your critical thinking? That&#8217;s how we end up becoming good Germans and supporting Fascism!&#8221; I&#8217;m very attached to my critical brain that helps me do crossword puzzles, solve murder mysteries, and participate in spirited debates.<\/p>\n<p>But when I go to sing or to dance or play theater improv games, if I worry too much about what I&#8217;m doing, or try to figure it out ahead of time with that same busy brain, I freeze up. I&#8217;ve seen some of my students try to scheme and strategize their writing and in the process block their own flow. The writing becomes stiff and wooden, and it feels like a burdensome task rather than an exploration.<\/p>\n<p>On the other hand, it&#8217;s good to know some technique. Thanks to an extremely patient musician husband, I can now find middle C on the keyboard and navigate around from there. I know what a scale is. I know the difference between a third and a fourth and a fifth, and on a very good day I can sing them. And all of that is helpful.<\/p>\n<p>So it&#8217;s not like Intuition Good, Technique Bad. It&#8217;s more like Left Foot <em>and<\/em> Right Foot, and then Left Foot <em>and <\/em>then Right Foot again. We need them both.<\/p>\n<p>In many ways I&#8217;m a left-brained nerd who loves crossword puzzles, dramatic structure and logical arguments. But that evening in chorus I remembered that my intuition is a resource that I can call on when I need it. I actually do this all the time with poetry, where the leaping and magic that the unconscious supplies are an essential part of the magic. I just didn&#8217;t realize that I could also do it with music which I think of as &#8220;hard&#8221; and something I&#8217;m not good at.<\/p>\n<p>We all have this ability to let the energy of doing the thing we love lead us, and that, combined with a deep abiding commitment to love and clarity and truth, can create great work. I just don&#8217;t know how to put Intuition on a syllabus or a lesson plan along with handling dialogue or story structure, or metaphors and similes and figurative language. But it is part of the package.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What do you call it when your creativity just seems to flow? Alison Luterman had an epiphany: I was singing in a little pop-up chorus this past month. It was a tricky classical piece, and the other women were all looking intently at their sheet music. 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