29 Sep
During the Creative Process
A Perfectly French Pitcher and Who Are You Working For?
Who are you working for?
When brush lights on canvas
When music cues the dance
When song finds its melody
For whom are you working?
What voice, what face, what memory is there with you—admonishing, cheering, doubting or inserting fear?
Censorship is important in these matters.
If the face belongs to an ex
to a critical parent who never thought you could
If it is one who ruminates over your failures but fails to notice your successes-
Let them be.
Gather to yourself voices, faces, and memories of those who love and have loved you.
They are the ones for whom you create.
They hold you up with their love, steer you with words of encouragement, belief and a knowing.
For they know what you yourself may not yet know.
That your gifts are no mistake
That you can not fail
Mercy runs anew each moment
Gratitude flows and covers your path
You are intended for great things.
Remember and yet I say again
Remember
For whom are you working?
Putting It Into Practice: A very priceless person I know surrounds herself in her work area with photos of people, some living, some now long gone, that she knows love her unconditionally. These are not snapshots—they are large photos. These faces of love are in her space, on her mind, and are the very ones she allows to flood her heart with peace while working.
It’s really great that people are sharing this information.
You are right that our individually unique gifts are no mistake, truly.
The ‘Perfectly French Pitcher’ is rich and full to the brim.
The “Who Are You Working For” poem
Is beautifully matched, Dreama, to The Perfectly French Pitcher and it’s full to brim blessings.
A beautiful post.
This blessed me. The critic of my own work has died a swift death and nobody misses her.
These words touched me and resonated with me – and within me – deeply, Dreama. Thank you, as always, for gently and beautifully guiding our creative hearts and creative spirits and inner creative intentions toward that light, that spark that joy within each of us…to outward creative expression.
When I paint, and when I journal, I feel my father’s love and his spirit helping me, guiding me, encouraging me.
Thank you, Dreama, for reminding me, and for helping me to remember. It also has me wanting to listen to, at full volume and singing along to, a brilliant song by Robert Palmer, entitled, aptly enough, ‘Remember to Remember.’
Thank you June for always so generously sharing your thoughts here—I am glad this resonated with you!
My mantra for today: “I am intended for great things.” Thank you for your uplifting words.
You are welcome Carol! And so you are 🙂 !!!
Beautiful words and beautiful strokes on this painting..