Everything Is Connected: A Creative Reflection on Spirit

What spiritual beliefs or practices support your creativity?

That’s such an interesting question—and honestly, it made me pause. I’m not sure I’ve ever sat down and clearly defined what my spiritual practice is in relation to my creativity. But maybe that’s the answer in itself: it’s there, quietly woven into everything I do, even if I haven’t named it.

I’ve been deeply influenced by the stories and practices of my grandmother, and over the years I’ve explored different belief systems that spoke to me in different seasons. But at its core, my spirituality isn’t about rituals or rigid structures—it’s about connection. I believe everything is connected, that nothing exists in complete isolation. Joy and grief, failure and growth, beauty and pain—they all belong. That belief shapes the way I live, the way I create, and the way I hold space for others.

In practice, it shows up as care. Care for myself. Care for my space. Care for the world I’m part of. When I care for myself—nourish my body, rest when I need, give myself grace—I notice my art flows more freely. When I cleanse and tend to my space, even something as simple as opening a window or lighting incense, I feel like I’m clearing out emotional clutter too. That’s a quiet kind of magic that feeds my creativity.

I’m not perfect in this practice. I mess up. I doubt myself. I make work I don’t love. But I always return, always try to show up with the energy I have in that moment. I think that’s a spiritual act in itself—choosing to return, choosing to try.

Answering this question made me realize how much of my spiritual practice may be happening below the surface, almost subconsciously. It also made me want to explore it more intentionally—how my beliefs and creativity feed one another, how I can nurture that connection with more care and clarity.

So while I might not have a neatly packaged answer (yet), I think that’s okay. I’m in the middle of the journey, and that, too, feels sacred

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