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Thriving Artist

 

Do you consider yourself an artist?  Even though I don’t paint, sculpt, draw, create, perform or record music, weave fabric or take photographs, I still  fancy myself part of that fold. Some have told me that I paint word pictures with my writing. I consider anyone in creativity mode to be an artist.  Do you believe that those who add beauty to the world deserve to be well compensated for their talents and abilities? I certainly do.

Now, here comes a challenge….I have heard some folks say that healers, spiritual teachers, clergy and transformational teachers should do what they do gratis or by love offering. My repsonse is something along the lines of the time, training and expertise of those who offer service deserve to be well compensated, much as a doctor, athlete or actor/actress is as an ‘of course’. I add that the utility companies, the bannks that hold the mortgage and lien on my car, the supermarket where I shop, the gas station where I fill up my Jeep, all expect to be paid. They don’t care that I offer services as a minister for ‘hatching, matching and dispatching’, or case management in an acute care psychiatric hospital.  When I have explained it that way, most people seem to understand this new perspective.

So, are you willing to be a thriving artist and claim your talents and skills, allowing for an abundant return on your time and talent?  I am and I stand beside you…cheering you on all the way.

 

 

 

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Smart and Curious

On my way home from work recently, I stopped at a local supermarket to pick up a few items. I am a consummate people watcher who enjoys observing interactions between folks. I noticed a mother and her adorable 4 or 5 year old daughter. Dressed in rainbow striped tights, a polka-dot skirt and jacket and pink scarf around her neck, shoulder length light brown hair framed her cute little face. Sometimes she walked ahead of her mother, sometimes next to her. She chattered away, touching things on the shelves as she walked by. Much to my dismay, I could hear her mother  telling her “Don’t touch, stop asking so many questions, get over here.”  in what in my opinion was an unecessarily harsh tone. I followed them for a bit, considering my options. While I know that she might have needed re-direction so as not to knock anything over,  mom’s reaction seemed over the top.  I didn’t want to undermine her mother AND I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to somehow let this child know that her natural curiosity didn’t need to be squelched.  Before I went to the check out counter, I approached them and commented to this woman that her daughter was so smart and curious. She cringed a bit and then replied that she asked too many questions. “No such thing.”, I countered.  “That’s how she learns.” and then I smiled at both of them.

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It occurred to me that as the daughter of parents who encouraged questions, my curiousity and willingness to learn new things, was enhanced. As a result, I loved to read, devouring knowlege like chocolate. Back then, the prevailing thought, which my parents fiercely countered, was that ‘children should be seen and not heard.’ Although Jan and I knew that there were certain places we were expected to be quiet, like synagogue, or at the movies, we were also expected to be kids and play joyously.  We would sing silly songs, laugh outrageously, dig in the dirt, jump rope, sled, skate, fly kites, bike, swim, build sand castles at the beach, sit on the floor in the kitchen and play jacks and marbles.  Our parents would engage in those activities with us at times….big kids they themselves were.

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This morning as I was driving to work, I saw a delightful sight of a grandfather walking down the street, holding hands with his toddler grandchild. He was reaching down to this little one’s level and walking at his pace; a companion along the path. THAT is the image I would prefer to maintain. Children are such sponges that soak up whatever they experience and want to trust the adults around them. What would you prefer to offer in exchange for such trust? What a world it would be if all children were encouraged to be smart and curious.

http://youtu.be/EkaKwXddT_I Teach Your Children by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

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Soul Gardeners

 

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

When I look at my life, the messy and marvelous, the mundane muddy muck, the magical miraculous occurrences that show up on my doorstep each day, I breathe a sigh of gratitude. This garden that is my earthly incarnation didn’t become what it is in a vacuum. The seeds that were planted were scattered by the loving souls who have stood at the ready with wheelbarrows filled to overflowing.

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My job has been to clear the patch, weed, remove the rocks and rubble and prepare it for the implantation. If I expect that beauty will take hold and blossom in  soil tumbled with brambles and overgrown with grumbles, I am sadly mistaken. I also need to remember that if I want to grow wildflowers,  I ought not to plant watermelon seeds. Once the seedlings are underground, the real work of patiently waiting, watering, weeding out discontent and wondering when it will blossom, begins.  I can’t very well be digging in the dirt, asking why the flora isn’t yet flourishing and yet, how often have I done that with projects in my life?  There have been times when what I have asked for has taken (in my opinion), far too long to come to fruition and yet, like stop action photography, I can witness how in the grand scheme of things, my wishes and desiress have shown up in seemingly transcendent ways.

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I welcome the ‘charming gardeners’ from all walks of life, from all realms of my existence that arrive in sometimes surprising and unexpected forms.  I am blessed to have so many soul gardeners in my life, with rakes, shovels, seeds and sometimes fertilizer at the ready.

Who are they in your life?

What seeds have you planted?

How does your garden grow?

 

http://youtu.be/D3FkaN0HQgs The Garden Song sung by John Denver

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Enough!

 

I was just speaking with my friend Christine Baeza who has been in the fashion and promotion industry for 23 years. She is a powerhouse in her own right and the wind beneath the wings for so many people.  I am blessed to be one of those she helps keep aloft for the past nearly 3 years since we met while working on what I called Team Transformation for Common Ground Fellowship as we brought Michael Beckwith and Rickie Byars Beckwith to Philadelphia.  She is fire-y and passionate and a cheerleader for living a bliss-filled life. She is my fashion consultant, helping me to move my otherwise hippie wardrobe out and replacing it with a bit more of a polished look.

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We were musing about the ways in which women internalize a message that we don’t do enough have enough, BE enough.  Our wheels are spinning nearly ceaselessly as we endeavor to catch up with …..what?  I think of it as imposter syndrome, this incessant need to validate ourselves externally, no matter how much we have accomplished. I know that there have been times when I have felt impatient with the speed (or lack thereof) that things seem to be happening in my life. Over and over I feel a need to prove myself, even though by most people’s standards, I’m pretty accomplished and the time frame around which things transpire is as it is, regardless of my protestations that it should be faster, better, easier. Blessedly, Chris and I also acknowledge a certain degree of comfort in our own skin. I am in my 50’s and she is a bit younger and both of us are enjoying being seasoned women. She and her husband just returned from Costa Rica (his country of birth) and she was regaling me with stories about the ways in which the culture oozes with glorious expressions of affection which invite women to feel adored. When you perceive yourself as being ooohed and ahhhed over, it may seem easier to internalize it.

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Our conversation then turned to the idea of mentoring young women so that they know things can take off beyond their wildest dreams, with evidence offered by those of us who are now in the next phases of our lives. We are claiming our voices, our gifts, our sexuality, taking charge of our lives. In 2010, she was part of a project spearheaded by Marianne Williamson called Sister Giant: Rousing the Sleeping Giant of American Womanhood. In April of that year, Chris joined them on a trip to Kenya. What an adventure she had!

As a conscious heart-trepreneur, Chris is the founder of Nookies Pleasure Apparel which distributes elegant, fun and playful socks that keep women’s feet warm which, in turn, enhances sexual pleasure. Happy feet=happy heart and other body parts(:

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Now does this sound like a woman who isn’t enough?

How can you embrace your enough-ness?

Make a list of things you accomplished today, the past week, month, year. Some days just getting out of bed feels like an accomplishment.

Look at your resume and if you don’t have one, create one.

Take time to clean one part of your house, fold laundry or do dishes. I know that even those simple things help me feel like I am doing something, when I feel slug-like.

Ask people who know you well and who are YOUR cheerleaders to list your achievements.

Celebrate them all and know that you are enough!

www.nookiespleasuresox.com

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