cleaning house

Recently I have been cleaning house, not literally but metaphysically. Trying to get rid of past addictions, maybe for new ones, but hopefully ones that spiritually are much better. The writing has been going ok, but I still feel that, in order to write the words that I really feel I need to reach a new level of consciousness; mired as we are in this material world, it is hard to disassociate yourself from the hardness of the physical and tap into the vastness of the spiritual. My struggle is far from unique, it is no doubt the struggle of all creative people, I guess that is why so many artists and writers from the past have turned to drugs or alcohol to free their minds of the shackles of the mundane and soar across the vast oceans of the imagination. This ramble only goes to show even more the difficulty I am currently facing. Anyone who says that art is easy has obviously never created anything wondrous.