In this season, my creativity doesn’t look like finished mosaics or long focused days in the studio. It looks softer, quieter, more like composting.
Not in the literal sense (though my kids would be thrilled), but in the sense of gathering, absorbing, and letting things settle, slowly breaking down into something rich and fertile.
Lately, I’ve been soaking things in.
Daily beach walks with my children, the air already thick with heat even in the morning. Twigs and shells gathered like treasure. Bird prints scattered across the sand, delicate and temporary, erased by noon. A jellyfish pulsing in the shallows, a tiny crab hiding in the sand. A manta ray once, washed up and still. Castles and dams made of wet sand, collapsing and rebuilt again. The sharp glint of a sardine’s scales, now becoming a small mosaic study. Sunrise light casting everything in gold.
This past month, we also celebrated San Juan, the summer solstice. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the beach came alive. Families gathered with folding chairs and coolers, sharing slow dinners by the sea, feet buried in warm sand. Fires were lit after sunset, small and large, flickering against the dark. We wrote down what we wanted to release; old fears, tired habits and burned them in the flames. To fully leap into something new one must also jump over the fire. There was something ancient, almost pagan and grounding about it all. A ritual of letting go, of trusting that what’s no longer needed can become fuel for what’s ahead.
Even though I haven’t been “working” the way I used to define it, and my studio hours are scattered, unpredictable, that doesn’t mean I’m not creating. I’m learning to trust that this quieter rhythm, this soaking is just as essential as the making.
Because before anything can take shape, it needs to decompose. Ideas, textures, impressions, feelings they all sink in. They settle and ferment. They transform. They feed what comes next.
This is creative composting. The in-between time. The pause that nourishes the next act of making.
It’s not glamorous. It’s not measurable. But it matters.
So if you find yourself in a season of noticing more than producing, know that it counts. You might be gathering exactly what your work needs next.
What about you?
What’s composting in your creative life right now?
What are you quietly collecting?
Let me know in the comments – I’d truly love to hear.