Hannah is the founder of Creatrix. She has been inspired by years of being in women's groups/workshops, a peer-led women's writing group, a background in theatre arts, and training in Core Energetics (a body-based psychotherapy). She is committed to living a more creative life and is currently splitting her time between New York and New Mexico.
What keeps me out of my creativity? "The voice that says I'm not good enough. Fear of 1) that nothing will show up and 2) that, if it does, I will be overwhelmed. Resistance to life - my huge, fat gigantic "NO!" to creating anything. Fear of external rejection and the brutal internal rejection of self. Laziness. Comparison."
"I create because of those rare and exquisite moments when something from the other side comes through and I feel divine presence. I create so that you will know me - I want to be known. I create because otherwise I hold everything inside. I create because I like using my hands; because it feels good and fills me up."
I am lying under cover of blue sky beneath gold and amber tall angels living out The Fall Never before have I watched a leaf spin and tumble in grace to ground from this perspective From moment ...
The following was in response to a writing assignment in my Qi Gong class. The instructions were to play with writing as the voice of a vaster intelligence - call it Nature, Gaia, Life. What would thi...
There is an assembly of crows building a nest and gathering in the trees above. I will ask for their cries and caws to fill the space of deathless longing in me. For the sound and sensation of wind th...
I've been very resistant to showing up for my creativity recently! In an attempt to touch it again, I sometimes find it helpful to write the beginnings of things. Maybe because there's little com...
In my dream last night, I was trying out for a dance performance (It was the first time, ever) I had help from the other dancers - they were all very supportive In the audition I fell into ...
There are cave paintings on the walls of my womb Left in blood and ash by the first humans Here are stories from the beginnings of time – the strange, new creatures feasts and fires the long, wet batt...
Did you know you were my first kill? I hunted you for years I crossed the ocean seven times to worship at your gate You threw me crumbs from your high tower With bloody knees I knelt and l...
Hey, Tree! Yeah you, Tree, the one just standing there with the bushy leaves. You know, you're too short and too wide. Are you even a tree? Maybe just a bush? Your leaves aren't really green enough. I...
I didn't realize when I took this photo that it actually fulfills the prompt for the week. Something blue, my shirt. Something made before I was born, the grandfather clock and the house. Something sh...
So, I am no musician at all. I wish I was. I can't read it, I don't sing (at least not if there's anyone else around). I love it, but I don't have an ear for it. My partner is a beautiful musician. He...
I feel stuck. I feel my "No" to making anything, I feel my "No" and "Fuck You" to life. I've drawn two tarot cards to see if they take me anywhere. I got "Consciousness" and "Father of Swords." I don'...
Turn off the lamp so that I may see you, so I may feel myself Our own embers are bright burning visible now to soft eyes And I can feel the heat of my salt stinging tears Do you know my sadness? Yes, ...
My body feels like church when you touch me – all golden and holy When you speak to me in your secret language, I remember being outside with the fire, or perhaps together in some deep red cave –...
It was in the dragon's mouth where I found out I was free Swooping down from sky, laying head on earth like thunder He snatched me from behind and I met the dark Sharp edges of teeth and hot breath I ...
The day the great winds came, it was... ...the wind of angry gods. ...a wind so strong, even the raven could not find a steady branch to land on. So he kept moving. Dust, and more dust, in my eyes. .....
Stop. Stop trying to make something happen. Enter the room and wait. Allow the thing to be what the thing is -- Sit and be still. Observe with all of your kind attention – Be fierce in focus. Breathe ...
Dear Owl, slick with moonlight, watch over me in darkness. Be my witness. Hold me in your steady gaze, hunt me. Screech and howl, Owl, howl – a sound to bring night terrors to their bare and bony kne...
There is something about rose gold light on a late Sunday afternoon hitting a patch of Queen Anne's lace. It may be my undoing. I am walking with the paradox of loss and the feeling of being filled up...
The light on the goldfish and copper pennies struck her longing more deeply than it had been touched in ages. Theresa was at the Self Realization Fellowship Center in California and she didn't ev...
Make something. Make anything. Create. Bring a single thing into form that wasn't here before. Forge something fresh from the grey ashes of destruction – from the loss, the insanity, from the broken h...