Q : Is there anything you can say about creativity? About being a woman and creativity? At this stage of life?
Marie Louise von Franz : Well, I think creativity is a mystery. You don’t own it. It is an active potency in you. In antiquity they would say it’s a demon haunting you. My creativity has been like that. Whenever I didn’t want to be creating, my dreams got really nasty. I HAD to create. When I was creating - my dreams became cooperative - I create for the sake of my unconscious.
He pressed his forehead to hers, shutting his long-lashed eyes… “I don’t mean it. Stay with me forever, forever, unti you die, and then, still, I will keep your bones and clutch them to my breast.” … His fear wrote itself on every familiar angle of his face. … “I can never be an Ivan. I can never roll up with you in the sun like a mindless golden pup. I am too old for it, for warmth and simplicity. I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”
The nearness of him crushed her, like being held by the sun. His gravity pulled at her ears; his breath blossomed against her neck. he whispered, unseen, as close as a ghost, and she could not understand why he was saying this to her, not at first. But the sound of him speaking, the vibrations of his words against the bottom of her skull, moved in her like soldiers, staking territory, gaining ground.
There are those that say, if you do the uncomfortable thing long enough, it will become comfortable. But we are really not encouragers of that. We are encouragers of coming into alignment, and then taking the action. We are encouragers always of getting rid of the fear; we would never want you to keep doing things that you feel fearful about. And maybe the path of least resistance is just not get on the horse. Maybe the path of least resistance is to get on a different horse—but we would never move forward in fear.