Wow, here we are at Day 30! As a artist-life coach, I recognize the vivid correlation and creative tension between seasons that demonstrate life’s constant cycle of transition. Seasons allow for metamorphosis, design and recreating of our world. Understanding seasons is to understand a way of seeing, or sight into new realms. Seasons illustrate consistent change.
Continual transitions in life can take place from an inner spiritual reality before the move into an outer expression, but more often intermingles between both the spiritual and practical. Yet how often we try to divide life up into outer verses inner, sacred verses secular, practical verses ethereal when there seem to always be two paths intertwining and coursing through our lives. These are the paths of the sensual world of image, color, texture, movement and sound and the mystical path that lead us beyond words into a world we grasp to understand.
During times of change and transition it often feels to be counter-cultural as we mystically recognize the need to incubate, allowing our roots to sink down into the soil as our seeds winter over. The problem comes when we are pushed by driving counterfeit rhythms to keep up and so we resist the natural cycle life takes by forcing productivity and definition of that which is not ready to be defined.
Say, “Yes” to express! Isn’t it time?
It’s way over due for many of you and the launch of Art Girl’s Sanctuary has been a long time coming for Moxieme. With our recent relocation (yes, again!) we’re so excited to be offering new additions to our fabulous coaching workshops, events and retreats in the Charlotte area.
Come on over and check out the great offerings at http://moxieme.com/art-girls-sanctuary/ and schedule some fun time to create. You know you need it!
Here’s the good news: You don’t have to be an artist to reap the benefits of releasing your creativity. Giving yourself time to create is like sunshine to a flower. It causes you to stretch and grow in all areas of your life.
Come play a while, let your grown-up self take a break from mommying, taxi driving, brain overload, workaholic syndrome and every other thing weighing you down. You are worth the small investment. Bring a friend and come to the Art Girl’s Sanctuary to get enlivened and refreshed. It’s a way of life!
Check out our many workshops here: http://moxieme.com/art-girls-sanctuary/
Some people have a natural gift that brings order to the world, others are gifted at overseeing aspects of life, and then there are those who actually create and walk out new ways of seeing, thinking, being and living. I think of these as Creative Incubators.
I am a Creative Incubator. I began seeing the world in this unique fashion during childhood when I took odd broken pieces of jewelry, watches and gadgets and reconfigured them into jewelry and art. This was long before the steam punk movement emerged, or I recognized that life design happens in a similar fashion.
This way of seeing things calls for a second look, evokes a new question or causes one to consider the possibilities, but it’s only visible to those who are willing to pull aside and explore beyond the beaten path. The beaten path is not usually where Creative Incubators thrive.
Being a Creative Incubator requires the ability to grow comfortable with the unknown. It’s not that I’ve actually ever been comfortable with the unknown, but I’ve gained a willingness to sit with the unknown while letting it morph, speak, gain shape and move through my open hands. Sometimes I resist this. Sometimes I ignore the promptings, busying myself, or simply disengaging and devaluing the rays of inspiration I allow to flitter out of reach.
I grew up with an artist mom who truly valued creativity, unlike other cultural mindsets that believe creative pursuits are a frivolous waste of time.
Art helped me process life’s difficulties using my creative ability to examine and explore. I often spent hours stringing beads, singing and writing songs, cutting metal to fabricate funky earrings, or painting and writing my free time away. I’m the only girl I know who took an electric drill to boarding school.
Gratefully my mom never told me to do something more useful, but instead nurtured my creative bent. In encouraging my creative play she was nurturing a problem solving ability too.
Art is a powerful vehicle that can help us bypass our linear mind and tap into the reservoirs of our intuitive, most creative selves. Art is not merely a product derived from a process, but a way of seeing things unique to the individual creator.
The word for today from Lance Secretan’s Spirit@Work Cards that I did my art journaling around is: ®Wonder. You can play along by getting the App on your iphone too, drawing a value card each day, or following along with the card I’ve drawn.
I love the word wonder. It makes me want to cartwheel through tall grass and throw up my skirt and wade out into the deep blue sea. It calls me to look again at what I have missed right before my eyes, a thousand times. It beckons me to become awe struck, gazing at every tiny particle of beauty, joy, love and life surrounding me.
I often need to be reminded to get out of my head and return to the childlike place of wonder. When I have neglected my heart for too long, there are tale-tale signs. If I have wondered off the golden streets for the counterfeit of reasoning and practicality, I most certainly have forgotten the spirit being that I am.
If I have chosen to build something and put off living until the “time is right,” I’ve most certainly abdicated my true self and with it my sense of wonder. I must put everything down and with everything in me recall what I knew before I forgot it. I must run to the nearest reprieve, the nearest safe-gap to recall and play. I must reawaken my sense of wonder.