{video} Empathy and creativity

I ran into this video which is being shared around the web. I was so impressed that I just had to share it. It was created by Seung Chan Lim {aka Slim} and he can be found at realizing empathy.

Isn’t that just beautiful? He paints a picture of how being honest with yourself and REALLY letting go of control in order to connect, empathize, and understand can enrich our lives.

When he talks about how he had to look beyond his perspective that he was {the healer} and come to terms with what his role was in his friends pain, I was so blown away by his honesty. I have found myself doing that…separating myself from others. How we all do that to one another. That self-protection that says…not me…I am not like that.

Liv Lane wrote on her blog recently that she met Maya Angelou who told her “Human beings are more alike than we are un-alike.” So True. To me, finding empathy means really relating to another soul and realizing that we are all a part of the same. That we all have so much to give and receive from one another.

I am awestruck by his perspective. I hope you will be too.

 

art is my meditation

When invited to write a post on what I love about art by the Fly Tribe…I had to reflect on the essence of what art making provides for me.

In honor of Valentines Day…I want to blog about how art helps me love and accept myself.

Art is taking the time to look into the depths of my internal dialogue. To reflect upon what is going on within my heart and soul. I cannot pick up a brush, or lay down some ink without revealing whatever mantra, story, or criticism is playing in my head.

Art-making is the practice of tuning into the chatter in my mind, and letting go in order to listen to my heart. My heart…the true wise voice.

When you stir up your creativity, you stir up your soul. Art-making forces me to confront myself…or live in that dark place of self-criticism. That place that artists have feared for centuries…the block.

Polly my inner critic loves to comment when I am trying to create. She loves to point out that what is pouring out of me is not what I had originally intended. She likes to control and pretend that perfection is the goal of art.

But as I quiet her voice and tune into my heart, I am reminded that perfection is not the goal. I am reminded that the process of listening is what makes magic happen. The goal is letting go and accepting all that I am revealing. Even if that revelation is not what I expected.

When I let go of control and allow creation to flow from my heart, rather than my head…I find those moments of bliss. That sweet spot where art is meditating. Where art is truly seeing within and having the courage to reveal it to myself and others.

The poet Rumi wrote “Close the door of words that the window of the heart may open.” Art-making allows me to open my heart, and when my heart is open… I am one step closer to acceptance and self-love.

Please check out the other wonderful creatives participating in the Love of Art blog party.

Happy Valentines Day. I wish you all the self-love that your diving spirit deserves.

Bliss List

Bliss SPA photo by Kuviajes on flikr

The little Bliss List is inspired by Liv Lane at from Choosing Beauty. A little list to honor the bliss we have in our lives for the week.

1. Taking the time to build a fort in the living room {before work} one day with my little one. so glad I took some time to play.

2. My hubby for making lunches in the morning and giving me a back rub after a long day at work. What would I do without that man?

3. A picture of hope by a young girl who is very inspiring.

4. People, many people, allowing themselves to look deep within and discover parts of themselves they didn’t know.

5. Time for art and play.

6. A gentle reminder of how precious life is to me and how we are here to connect with one another. That is what is important. Not objects or money.

7. Babysitters. For a long overdue date night.

What was your bliss this week?

[video] Are you your muse?

This beautiful Ted talk with Elizabeth Gilbert author of Eat, Pray, Love is a much watch. I know 20 minutes is a long time but it is so worth it. I’ll wait while you check it out…

I know right? So many times I have struggled with those inner demons that get in the way of creativity. The pressure that I put on myself to make it a masterpiece. My inner critic {Perfect Polly} loves that. She loves to beat me up over my process and get me stuck in the perfection trap. She loves to tell me along the way of my art and soul journey… “if it’s not perfect than why bother? You might as well give up.”

Elizabeth’s perception of externalizing the muse or genious provides just enough space to breathe and take it in. Providing enough space to depersonalize and allow the work to unfold without judgement. Like a breath of fresh air to let go and just create for the love of creating. That is her “safe construct” as she says, to help her through those moments of doubt.

My safe construct is talking back to Polly. “Polly, I just want to create. It doesn’t matter if it’s perfect and FYI often my mistakes lead to surprises. Surprises that I had no idea would lead to my favorite work. So, go find someone else to bug right now!”

“Just show up to do the job” as Elizabeth puts it. To create. To love. To connect. So I work on taking that deep breath and remembering, “I am not perfect Polly.”

Yesterday was one of those moments. I spent my lazy sunday playing with my family. In those moments of play…creative inspiration hit. I got some glorious ideas in my head.

I driove all the way home holding those divine ideas in my head like a precious baby waiting to be born. With the buzz all around me, I pulled out some paints and got to work. But, it’s not working so great. It feels rusty and awkward. Like I am trying on someone else’s clothes and they don’t fit.

Then Polly starts in on me. “This is not at all what you thought you would do. You are horrible at this.”

I take in a deep breath and re-center. I re-adjust her negative thoughts. I let go of the ideas I had in my head. Of the perfection that I had dreamt up. I let go and just start creating. Enjoying. And then the switch happens. I begin to flow.

I didn’t create any masterpieces yesterday. But, I did two things. I stood up to Polly and I had fun trying out some new ideas. But I have a feeling those ideas will lead to more. They are steps along my journey, and I am two steps closer than I was yesterday.

It’s not about the product after all, it’s about the process. The process is the beautiful space where we discover parts of ourselves that we didn’t know existed. The moments that make up a life well lived.

 

 

pretending to be…

Easter dress upphoto by Obsessive Compulsive Photographer on Flikr.

At what age did we stop dressing up like our favorite characters? At what age did we stop dreaming of being a ballarina, superhero, or our favorite animal?

As my daughter moves from favorite outfit or theme of the week {usually something pink} to the next, it makes my mind begin to churn.

I wonder, when did getting to work become more important than imagination?

I used to spend moments in the woods. Walking alone. Looking. Daydreaming. I daydreamed all the time. I pretended. I imagined. I wrote poetry. I drew daily. Back in the day, I just spent time, well, spending time. With no goal in mind. With no pressure to perform.

Maybe that’s why kids put off cleaning their room until the last possible moment. It’s not just to drive us crazy {well, maybe a little}, but so they can spend their time dreaming and playing. Do they live their lives by a different standard? A standard that play is more important than the to-do list. I keep wondering, at what ages does that change?

As an adult, we seem to live by the clock. The have-to list. The must-get-done. Why do we not value adults who dream and play and pretend? They get called things like… unfocused,  screw-ups, and non-conformists. They are the ones the adults point to and say, “See, don’t be like that. You should make something of your life.”

Yet, my most wonderful, creative, and authentic ideas come from time spent doing…nothing. From being in nature. Playing. Being.

I read a book about DaVinci with my art group. He professed that most of working was….not working. That time just being was time to reflect, be creative, and generate the most wonderful of ideas. But our society values productivity. Making money. Keeping up with…some imaginary perfect standard.

When I make things, others say…”how do you have time to do that?” My thought is…how can I not? I am not whole unless I am creatively inspired. But sometimes the well runs dry and I need to recharge and feel inspired. The only way to do this is to turn to play. Pretend. Just Be.

So today. This lazy Sunday. I am dedicating it to just playing. So leave the dishes in the sink or put down that to do list. Just pretend and play.

bliss week

Liv Lane of Creating Beauty inspired this post with her bliss week posts.
What is keeping me all blissed out this week?
1. I am addicted to Mad Men. Because I choose not to have cable, I miss out on a lot of pretty cool shows. We recently got Netflix and I am now totally hooked. So much fodder for discussion on our society, genders, just about everything.
2. I love how little private jokes develop. We used to say “I love you more than anything” in my house. Which has now turned into “I love you more than {insert anything here}. My favorite is “I love you more than a chicken!” three year old humor is amusing…
3. Three weeks and we are going to Disney World!
4. The beautiful fresh winter air that I relished in this morning walking outside. So crisp and clear…if only there were more snow.
5. Having lunch with girlfriends this week. Part of my new years intention is more girl time and I am really working on making that happen.
What is blissing you out this week?

Introducing perfect polly

Perfect. Photo by Angelica Nicole on Flikr

What can I say about Perfect Polly…Let me start with some background.

I believe everyone has chatter in their minds that convinces them of things. Chatter that says you’re not good enough, smart enough, or capable enough. Experts call them critics, false-beliefs, or negative self-talk.  From Sark to buddhism, cogntive-behavioral therapy to self-help guru’s like the Mean Girls Reform School; they all point to the inner tapes, voices, and critics in our minds that convince us to believe things about ourselves. Convince us to believe in the negative.

I struggle with these inner voices. Everyone does. No one is immune to them. Really listen to celebrities tell their stories, and they often talk about their own self-doubt. How hard it was to break free of these critics and and to ignore that voice telling them to give up on their dreams.

A long time ago, I nicknamed my negative voice; Perfect Polly. She wants me to be perfect in every way. Be the best artist, wife, mother, psychotherapist, daughter, friend… To make all the right decisions. Make all the right moves. Do it all without missing a beat. And…if I can’t be perfect, well then, why bother.

But the truth is that I am not perfect. {I know, surprised right?} I am far from perfect. What I am continuing to learn every day is that perfection is a trap. Perfection keeps you from pulling out those paints and getting to work on your next painting. It keeps you from taking a risk to make positive change in your life. It keeps you from being vulnerable enough to share your story. It keeps you focused on your fears rather than focusing on your intuition. {You know, Intuition, that beautiful wise voice inside your heart that leads you through the difficult times. That voice we often ignore and then later say, man I should have listened to my gut.}

I am no longer afraid to be seen as imperfect. I feel fear. I feel shame. I can even feel unworthy at times, well a lot of the time. But I am working really hard on not letting that stop me. Not buying into the idea that everything needs to be perfectly lined up in order to move forward.

The difference for me over the last few years is that I have called Polly out. I have named her. I am recognizing that she exists. I am talking back to her.

“Perfect Polly, I know you want to think I am not good enough to do {insert fear here}, but I’m going to do it anyway!”

It may take time to move forward. Change is hard after all. I often break things down into small manageable steps. But I keep moving forward in spite of fear and always listening to my wise heart.

I just felt it was time to call her out in public. To really be vulnerable enough to publicly say I am imperfect. I talk with folks every day who struggle with these inner voices. Who don’t even realize that they have a choice to listen to them or not. Who thought they were alone in believing that they are not good enough.

Now that you have been introduced to Polly, I will be talking about her a lot on this blog. Talking about how I am working on listening to my wise heart and not her negative vibe. I hope you will feel inspired to do the same.

Bliss week

Liv Lane of Creating Beauty inspired this post with her bliss week posts.
A peak into my bliss for the week…
1. Being home cozying up on the couch with a cup of steaming hot tea, reading inspiring blogs.
2. Lessons in love. They are all around you. Just listen. Mine this week was prioritizing my family. Felt good to put us first.
3. Helping my little one “finds her patience” in her pocket when she is frustrated.
4. Early morning quiet. Mediation. Reflection.
5. Learning from all the amazing people that I meet with every day.

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What is your bliss this week? Make sure to check out the loads of amazing bloggers sharing their bliss here.

But why?

why?Photo by Jody9 on Flikr

Yes, we have entered the BUT WHY? phase in our parenting development. With every turn and with every new piece of information, a small voice asks––but why? Well, it can be a bit daunting to continue to answer the same question over and over. It can be a bit tiring to explain so many little details.  And, it can be utterly amazing to revel in how curious our children can be about how the world works and how everything fits together.

Each time I need to answer a but why question I find myself struggling to continue defining and refining what I think or how I see it. It is an amazing opportunity to look deep into the undercurrent of the many things I experience every day.

Then I thought to myself, why don’t we ask this question more often? Why are we as adults not looking deeper into the why of life? Lately, I have found myself starting to use this phrase of curiousity in my own life. But why did I put the blue paint there? But why do I not want to do art today? But why do I feel that, or think that, or see it that way? It is amazing what answers you can uncover if you only ask the questions of yourself. It’s often those thought gremlins of “not good enough,” “don’t deserve it,’” or “it’s too hard.” You know those thoughts, right? Everyone has them and not enough of us talk about how those negative thoughts can shape our behaviors. How they keep us from taking care of ourselves or reaching for our dreams.

It really is an amazing gift to ask ourselves––BUT WHY? Give yourself a moment or two today to ask yourself; but why? Be curious about yourself. Let’s see what it uncovers or opens up. I would love to hear what you uncover!

Inspiration Wednesday…..on letting go

I found this video on Pixie Campbell’s blog, and I was really inspired by it’s beauty. It’s a new year and a fresh start. However, fresh starts begin with letting go. Letting go of the baggage, thoughts, and patterns that no longer work for us. We need to let go in order to make room for the new possibilities.

In picking my word for the year {SHAPE}, I have been engaging in a lot of deep thinking about the shape of my life and what parts I am ready to release. It seems that this video found it’s way to me right when I needed it. Thank you to Ericatheartist for creating it and Pixie for helping me find it.

What are you letting go?