You are an artist, you are a creative human being, but perhaps you’re feeling your creativity is repressed. Art is not only drawing or making music. Being an artist is not only about being a poet or an amazing photographer. My mother is an artist in her kitchen, there is no doubt about it. Some people are artists in the way they kiss. I have a friend that created her unique form of art: when stuck in Tel Aviv’s traffic jams, she would open her car window and blow out lots of soap bubbles. Dozens of angry and upset drivers would all of a sudden smile with wonder. She did it, by the way, as she was driving to get her chemotherapy to treat breast cancer…

Art and creativity have millions of forms, and each one of us, when we log in to our soul, becomes super creative in our unique way, unlike anyone else.

Many people have bundles of fears and blockages that do not allow them to be the artists that they came to earth to be. I know it from my own life: as a child, I loved drawing. When I was 12 or so, I loved the art of Salvador Dali and was attracted to surrealism. I started to draw surrealist images, until one day I showed my art to a relative. She was older than me and went to a well-known art school. I remember her assessing my drawings and saying, “Eh, Surrealism is not real art!”

If you listened to my heart back then, you could hear the doors of self-esteem shut on me like heavy metal doors. For years later I did not feel I could be a “real artist” (whatever that means).

I had to work hard to let my creativity blossom after that scathing comment that broke my artist’s heart.

Marked by the full moon that follows Equinox, we find ourselves now in Passover in the Hebraic tradition. It is the celebration of the Exodus — the mythological liberation of the nation of slaves, who broke free from Egypt and went with Moses, after God, to the desert. In my tradition, people are called to read all those stories not as outer-world history but as guidance of inner-work.

The famous sentence of Moses: “let my people go” is a call for each of us to let the holy sparks of creativity go. In each of us there is a “pharaoh”, an inner enslavour, that tells us not to bother dreaming foolish dreams about being “free” and all this “spiritual nonsense.” This cruel inner Pharoah claims it’s better to have a job, even if it’s a bit boring, and to have the safety of the known.

But crazy Moses is not listening. Moses is a Captain Crazy that stands firm and demands, “Let my people go! Let my creativity flow! Let my sparks flame up to a sacred fire!”