The Artist’s Way Toolkit: Create Despite Your Fears

I don’t know how many times I’ve almost purchased The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, so when I heard about the online, interactive Artist’s Way Toolkit, I was thrilled.

The original Artist’s Way is a bestselling book on creativity which is described by the publisher as ”…a twelve-week course that guides you through the process of recovering your creative self. It aims to dispel the ‘I’m not talented enough’ conditioning that holds many people back and helps you to unleash your own inner artist.”

As someone who has had issues with perfectionism in my own writing and creativity, this idea really speaks to me. Over the years I’ve been working very hard to let go of my fears of being “perfect,” thus giving me the ability to feel more self-confident and productive, especially in my writing.

I was hoping the online toolkit would provide an easier outlet for me to use the ideas and tips from the book, because as a mother of a two-year-old with one on the way, I find it pretty difficult to finish a book from cover to cover! While the toolkit is meant to work in conjunction with the book, I did find that I still got a lot out of just using the toolkit on it’s own.

By forcing you to write everyday, The Artist’s Way exercises help to  demystify the creative process by making it a part of your daily life. As Cameron says, “The more you do it, the more inspiration or “reinforcement” you find from the universe.” I’ve found if you’re constantly looking for it (inspiration), then you will constantly find it.

I found it hard to write the “morning pages” every day, especially because I’m more in the mood to write in the evenings, though I did find it was a good way to focus myself and give structure to my day.  I also found it hard to complete the “artist dates” (a once a week, solo expedition to  get the chance for your imagination to kick in) because I’m home with a toddler, though it was a great excuse to get out on my own and do some thinking. I really love the way Cameron describes the two, saying, “With the Morning Pages we are sending. We are notifying the Universe of our likes and dislikes. We are, if you will, telegraphing. With the Artist’s Date, we set our dial to receive. We allow ourselves to be receptive to inflow, no longer concerned with outflow.” I think the idea of sending and receiving really opens up our  creative process more than if we are just focused on one or the other.

One of my favorite quotes came from an interview with Cameron in which she describes the process in saying,

“You will learn not to be fearless, but you will learn to create despite your fears.”

I hope that as I continue the journey of my own creative process that I can learn to follow this mantra and never let perfectionism hold me back again.

You can follow the online discussion on BlogHer to read more about others’ experience with The Artist’s Way Toolkit!

*I received access to The Artist’s Way Toolkit for review and discussion purposes and was compensated for the time involved in crafting the review, but all opinions and views expressed here are impartial and not influenced by the sponsor.*


“Beautiful in my surrender…”

So, let me tell you a secret. 
I’ve been praying for inspiration. 
School is out. 
Summer is here.
I’m feeling void of…
ideas.
What used to come natural to me is now feeling forced.
What to write about? 
Well, prayers have been answered. 
Ten fold. 
(stay tuned for more later this week)
My first inspiration came from Writing My Way Sober
Enjoy her words of wisdom.
 
 
The above image is from Writing My Way Sober, who described these sticks found on an Oregon coast as, “drift wood, perfectly smoothed and sanded by the elements. Beaten by life – the waves, wind, rocks, sun.  I love them.”
 
She goes on to say, “What I am realizing is that my struggles during the past few weeks are all gifts: events trying to smooth, polish and humble me. Purify me.

‘When we are born our hearts are all shiny and new.  As human beings we come into the world with pure hearts.  We are created in the image of God.  The unabashed wonder and innocence of a child reflects our divine inner nature.  Yet, over time the process of life changes the pristine nature of our hearts.  Our innocence evaporates.  We learn negativity.  We say and do things that move us away from our creator’s image.  Slowly over time our hearts become filled with things other than God. 

We call this process veiling the heart.  It is how we begin to feel lost or disconnected.  The pain and suffering that troubles our hearts is a direct result of veiling. It has been written that 70,000 veils of both light and dark separate us from the divine light.’
–Kirk Habib Laman
 
So…when I stumble, I need to remember that each “bad” event can be an opportunity to lift another veil. To smooth another edge. 

So I suppose I’ll let the water tumble me, the rocks sand me, the sun bleach me. I’ll become a perfect stick.

And I will be beautiful in my surrender.”
 
That last line is haunting. 
And I love it. 
 
It reminds me of the mud balls
  “We polish on own lives, creating landscapes and canyons and peaks with the very silt we try to avoid, the dirt we disavow or hide or deny. It is the dirt of our lives–the depressions, the losses, the inequities, the failing grades in trigonometry, the e-mails sent in fear or hate or haste, the ways in which we encounter people different from us–that shape us, polish us to a heady sheen, make us in fact more beautiful, more elemental, more artful, more lasting.” –Patti Digh

and the process of learning that the dirt of our lives can be smoothed, polished and shined into something beautiful. 

 
Thank you, thank you, for your inspiration. 

Wild Geese

 image from here
In all my talks of “good enough” and self-compassion, I stumbled upon this poem on another blog I read.
I read it first in my journal therapy training and I think the universe knew it was time for a re-read. Here goes: You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across thelandscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and therivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting -
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
from Dream Work
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver

Ahhh….
over and over

announcing your place

in the family of things

Thank you…
Mary Oliver
fellow bloggers
universe
poetry
you make my day.

Whatever happens…

 A friend sent this quote a few days ago.

“It is best to hope for an experience of life in all its fullness- 
a life that can embrace both joy and sorrow and still be at peace.  
Our triumph over sorrow is not that we can avoid it but that we can endure it.
And therein lies our hope;
that in spirit we might become bigger then the problems we face.
Hope lies in having more faith in the power of God to heal us
then in the power of anything to hurt or destroy us.
Our hope in God is not a hope for something to happen in the world
but something to happen in us.
We’re not hoping that this or that will happen
but that we’ll achieve a state of consciousness in which,  
whatever happens, we will not swerve from love or peace.”
–Marianne Williamson
How fitting for me right now.
While it’s quite difficult,
I am at the point in my spiritual journey where I am really working on this in particular:
“We’re not hopingthat this or that will happen but that we’ll achieve a state ofconsciousness in which, whatever happens, we will not swerve from loveor peace.”I think praying for “peace” rather for a specific outcome has really helped me get through the last week.

 

It all started with a mud ball…

Today is one of those days where everything is cosmically connecting.
And it all started with a mud ball.
Let me go back to the beginning…
 
Today we read a story called “Polish Your Mud Balls” in Life is a Verb by Patti Digh. We read stories from the book a few times a week and complete the writing exercises that accompany them. The background on the book is that when one of my students, Angela Kania, passed away her mother gave me money to use towards Advanced Comp. because it was one of Angela’s favorite classes. She often wrote about “appreciating the small joys in life” so when I came across this book I knew it was the perfect way to have her legacy live on through our reading and writing about living “life as a verb.”
 
Today’s story was especially inspiring. You can read a version of it on the author’s blog here.
 
The whole point of the story is, Don’t seek perfection. Make messes. Play. Make a mud ball. Love what you are creating, even if it never shines, even if it cracks…don’t fear the showers of silt that make the mud balls of our lives shine.”
 
The mud balls are an excellent metaphor for life as Patti explains, “We polish on own lives, creating landscapes and canyons and peaks with the very silt we try to avoid, the dirt we disavow or hide or deny. It is the dirt of our lives–the depressions, the losses, the inequities, the failing grades in trigonometry, the e-mails sent in fear or hate or haste, the ways in which we encounter people different from us–that shape us, polish us to a heady sheen, make us in fact more beautiful, more elemental, more artful, more lasting.”
 
After we read the story, I had my students write three haiku’s….one about failure, one about perfection, and one about the beauty of dirt (and “dirt” could be a metaphor for all things sad, messy, or ugly in life).
 
At the end they realized that the poems about failure and “dirt” were just as beautiful, if not more, than those about perfection.
 
The more we talked about it, the more we thought it would be SO much fun to make our own mudballs….and then we thought, how much fun would it be to make them with the second graders we’ve been mentoring (who happen to be taught by our friend, MaDee’s, mother)?

So our plan is to teach the kids about mud balls, and the little metaphor for life that they hold, and then help them to make their own. We will write haiku’s with them about failure, perfection, dirt, and life in general during the process. In the end, each kid will have their very own mud ball, be it shiny, cracked, beautiful or flawed.

But it doesn’t end there. 
Our goal is to make a bunch of them, bag them up, and sell them at MaDee’s Market this fall, complete with a little tag explaining the metaphor of the mud ball and pictures of MaDee and Angela, who I know will be sitting together in heaven, smiling down on us as we teach these children and ourselves to appreciate the beauty in imperfection…the dirt of life. To play. To make a mess. To love what we create, even if it never shines, even if it cracks. 
To never fear the showers of silt that make the mud balls of our lives shine.
Cosmically connected? 
I think so. 
And don’t you just love it when that happens? 
I sure do.



Inspiration

I have been pretty inspired by the blog, The Extraordinary Ordinary, lately.

Today she wrote,

“I had breakfast with a dear friend of mine on Sunday. She’s never been a big social media fan but she admitted that she poured her heart out online recently and that it made her understand why I do what I do.  She said she just simply felt better, after her words were released, transparently and whole-heartedly.
It seems strange to say that something spiritual happens when a person does that on the Internet, but I think it does.  I don’t think it matters where we tell our truths, there is always freedom and connection in it.  Even from behind a screen where all people can really see of our lives is our words and a few carefully chosen photos.
…Please know, I realize people’s lives don’t revolve around these connections and shouldn’t.  I’m just simply acknowledging that there is chemistry here, zaps of light and validation and divine intervention between us all. Not in just this one place, but all over the worldwide interweb.  So it’s hard for any blogger to close up shop or take a break or start over.  It feels like an abrupt halt to being a part of something bigger than ourselves. And we all really really need to be a part of something bigger than ourselves in as many ways as we can.“  -From this post

This pretty summarizes why I do what I do. I (we) write and share because it simply makes us feel better…even if no one reads it, even if it’s not considered “good writing,” even if it’s sometimes silly.

Isn’t that enough?

And this quote from this post:
“…there are always only two choices…fear or faith.

I want to choose faith, and I think that means not only hoping, but truly believing, because there’s a difference between the two. It’s just a really subtle and utterly important difference.”

This reminds me of one of my favorite authors and spiritual leaders, Marianne Williamson, whose spirituality can be summarized with this phrase: I believe in love, not fear. It is only with love that fear can be pushed aside, making room for faith.

Thank you to Writing My Way Sober for letting us know about this inspiring blogging gem.
Pictures coming soon of AJH and fashion,
but for now,
I want to linger in the
connection
and the faith.

Free Friday: Live so the poems can find you

On Monday I posted the poem “A Valentine for Ernest Mann” and soon realized the words had a strong connection to the meaning behind this blog…”to live in the moment and make it beautiful.”

If beauty can be found in two skunks, it can be found anywhere, right?
As Ernest said, “Nothing was ugly just because the world said so.”
The message behind the poem is the message I hope to convey in what I write in this very spot.

Beauty isn’t going to fall out of the sky and hit us across the head every day. 
Sometimes we have to go and find it. 
Sometimes “what we have to do is live in a way that lets us find (it)” as Naomi Shihab Nye writes.

Just as I have to mentally re-invent cleaning, and other mundane chores to make myself “want” to do them, “Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us we find poems” (Nye).
“Making it beautiful” is all about taking what we have and finding a poem. 
Taking a commonplace job and making it a nut farm.

Taking a scratched up, dilapidated door and making it a pretty shade of green

Taking a moment full of tears, fear, and doubt and turning it into a moment of recognition, hope and LOVE. 
 AJH loves most everything she comes in contact with
…Even skunks.
 (that’s a baby skunk she’s “loving” from her forest friends collection!)
In beautiful, serendipitous fashion, today I came across this post called “Live so the poems can find you” (guest post by Joanna Paterson) on Patti Digh’s blog, 37 Days.
I love it when that happens.
Here is how the author puts the phrase “live so the poems can find you” into practice:
“Spending as much time as possible outside
Taking photos.  I mean rather: taking photos with a mindset of wonder.

Making room for writing practice

Allowing what flows to be practice. Not perfect, not wholly formed.  Just practice

Sharing at least some of what comes out.  Poems do not like to be kept in boxes.

Letting the words tumble, and find their own rhythm

Noticing patterns, looking for connections

Listening to what people are saying (social media provides clue after clue)

Embracing beginner’s mind

Paying attention to the everyday.  There’s so much wonder to be

found there.Writing as part of the act of grieving

Listening to what the land, the water, the trees, the hills…are saying.

Listening to what my heart is saying: tears, laughter, whispers, songs, prayers, fire, softness

Passing it on: not being scared to share my work, not being scared to declare how beautiful the world is, passing on what I’ve learned about how it is possible to live, so the poems can find you.”

Happy Friday.
This weekend try to live so the poems can find you.
And don’t forget to LOVE.
 

Free Friday: Gain access to your worthiness

I’m really into the work of Brené Brown right now. I wanted to sign up for her Mondo Beyondo Dream Labs course on The Gifts of Imperfection but I missed the start date and realized I probably have too much going on right now. Not a good excuse, I know. I really hope to do it on the “next go round” if it’s available. In the meantime, I’m enjoying the snippets of information and art on her blog, such as the one below:

art by Ali Edwards
On this Friday remember we are all FREE to OWN our story….
FREE to gain access to our WORTHINESS…
FREE to feel love and BELONGING.
(especially Clara and Sophie!)
If you enjoy the work of Brené Brown check out the “art and badges” link on her blog where she offers print-quality FREE downloads  Print them and frame them in your home or office to serve as beautiful reminders for you to live wholehearted! You can download yours here!
Stay tuned for our big giveaway on Monday and don’t forget to add Clara and Sophie’s buttons to your blogs and spread the word!
PS–If you are a vendor of a catalog based business (such as Stella & Dot, Pampered Chef, Arbonne, Thirty-One, etc.) and would be willing to donate part of the profit from one of your parties to the girls’ funds, please email me!

Worthy Wednesday: What’s so amazing about grace?

As I was writing yesterday’s post, I couldn’t help but think of a book I once read for Sunday school called “What’s so Amazing About Grace?” I have to admit, I didn’t read the whole thing, but I did buy a very cool, visual version, which I highly recommend.

These are the pages that always stood out to me.

They say…

“Grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us MORE–no amount of spiritual calisthenics and renunciations, no amount of knowledge gained from seminaries and divinity schools, no amount of crusading on behalf of righteous causes.”

“And, grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us LESS–no amount of racism or pride or pornography or adultery or even murder.”

Hmm…so does that translate to my own, every day life, too?

You mean to tell me there is no amount of perfection I can achieve (or not achieve) to make me a “good” person? One that God, and everyone else (including myself) approves of?
Women spend a lot of time judging themselves, beating themselves up, worrying we are not “good,” or “appropriate” or “pretty” or “skinny” or “smart” enough.
But when I read those lines I realize none of that matters. 
God loves me no matter what. I love AJH no matter what. I love Clara and Sophie no matter what, and I have never even met them. 

So why don’t I feel the same about myself?

As I said in my first Worthy Wednesday post, “Would you tell an innocent baby boy like Cliff that he isn’t worthy because of his situation? Because he has no parents? Because he is sick? Because he needs help?”
The same goes for Clara and Sophie
Would you tell those precious girls they are not “perfect” just the way they are? 
 
I didn’t think so.
 
So don’t do it to yourself.
 
Each one of us deserves the same love as baby Cliff, baby Clara, and baby Sophie, the same love you feel for your own babies, the same love you feel for all of those that you care, and want the best for.
 
*my little piece of heaven*
 Spread the grace. And spread the love. 
 
Don’t forget to add one of Clara and Sophie’s buttons to your blogs and spread the word on our campaign! We’re in this together and there is no way I could do it without all of your support!
 
If people aren’t comfortable donating online, they can simply mail a check or money order.  If mailing a check you must include “Sophie (2H)” or “Clara (31)” with the donation so Reese’s Rainbow can correctly allocate the gift to them.  Mail donations to the following address:
Reece’s Rainbow
PO Box 4024
Gaithersburg, MD 20885

 And some exciting news–a friend has offered to donate 30% of all profits of a Premier Designs catalog party to the girls’ funds! Keep your ears open for more details coming soon! 
 
Thanks again and keep spreading the word!

Free Friday: Thank you, Elvis

I have this magnet on my fridge. 

And I love it. 
And I need it.
And I saw on google that Elvis Presley said it. 
Not sure if I believe that, but it sounds cool.
Happy Friday.