Thursday, September 2, 2010
"...one ought not dare, nor presume to call oneself artist, poet or knower. One ought agree to agree, to subdue sparkle, bow to others, pretend to not sense the fiery meaning inside meaning, the extra-sensing within all the senses." - Clarissa Pinkola Estes
What do you feel when you read that?
Nope...not what did you THINK....what did you FEEL?
Did you feel a burning or a warmth in your tummy or your chest?
Did you feel emotion rise up into your throat?
What is it that you "shouldn't do," according to the voices around you that tell you that you can't be an artist, you can't be a writer, you can't love your someone deeper than you presently do?
How would you sparkle, if you were allowed?
What firey thing would burn bright inside of you?
What is that voice that tells you that you shouldn't, can't?
What if that voice belonged to a body and that person sat your own child down and told her she can't, shouldn't be the "her" that you know she really is, deep down inside? Would you show it the door? Ask it to leave?
What is blocking you from asking that voice to leave?
What "work" would you do if that voice were to leave and you were left to do what you wanted to do?
What would you create?
What would you sing? dance? write? say? do? Where would you go? Who would you call? What would you do?
Now go do it...