Have you ever had the sense that you’re working on something? Something deep, brewing within you, calling your name. You are chewing on an idea, dusting off a truth or unpacking a dream. This “something” is not fully formed but it is lurking. Whatever it is, you can feel it, just at the surface but not fully accessible … yet.
So, what do we do with that? How do we see it clearly and let is rise?
I equate it with a Rubik’s cube. Certain people (geniuses) can solve it in a single sitting, but not me. I twist it for a while, get happy when I make one side uniform and then to put it down in frustration or apathy, depending.
To get to any incubating seed you have to stay with the cube; keep twisting away, trying different approaches. Honor the process of processing but at the same time take action; express it, play with it, let it out. Even in frustration and apathy, we must be willing to spend time with the unknown.
What is it? Why is it? How will it manifest? Good questions. Read more
In my recent workshop, we used a variety of artistic mediums to explore creative “assignments” — writing, drawing, photography, etc. This was born of the notion that trying something different can reveal a new layer of our creativity, a new aspect of our being.
For a couple of the assignments, I found myself writing in third person. This is unusual for a writer of personal essays, which are very much first person: Me, I, My.
Telling someone else’s tale was exciting. I did not know where it was going or how it would end. While I won’t deny that I saw myself in the stories, they were not about me. Liberated from being factual, my imagination took the helm.
Our first prompt was about “roots” and this short parable arrived. It came, not from my intellect but from that magical place of knowing that exists in all of us and speaks when we are open and willing.
I share it with you because I like the message it delivered, quite unexpectedly. I share it so that it may spark you to listen to that place of knowing within yourself, even for a moment, and see what comes.
She drew up the fabric of her skirt to take in the view her bare feet. There they were, planted in the squish of damp soil. Blades of grass peeked between her toes, tickling her, but she was not bothered.
She’d been wandering for a long time, afraid to land anywhere long enough to get stuck in the droll or, worse, committed for eternity to something that should have been a passing fancy. Read more
I always cry at curtain calls. I just can’t seem to keep my eyes dry when the performers bow and the audience applauds. It is such a beautiful display of mutual gratitude. The performers put their hearts out for you to see, they make an offering of their talent and hope that it will be well received. The audience is inspired, moved, elated by their offering. In the end the audience claps as if to say “thank you, we received your gift and appreciate it” and the actors bow as if to say “thank you for being here and hearing what we had to say.” It is the perfect exchange of … well, of love. Read more
While out to dinner the other night, my Love and I were discussing goals for the New Year. As he listed some of his, I reflected that he seemed to have several categories: career, personal development, artistic. He stopped me and said, “ in my mind, its all language.”
At first this confused me because learning Spanish was in fact one of his goals, which in my mind was personal development. But he went on to explain that all of his goals were essentially about learning, or getting more adept at, different languages. For example; music is a language, getting better organized is a language, investing is a language. Once he explained it that way, I understood it. The more I thought about it, the more I embraced this metaphor!
My list of goals also includes items that could be termed languages.
One is literal: I am determined to learn French.
Well, maybe two are literal: I want to expand my word usage so that I communicate more clearly, mellifluously, succinctly.
The others may not present obviously as languages but they certainly could be. Read more