A word can transport you.
One juicy word that elicits creative thought like "begonia" or "smithereens" or "effervescent... or "majesty" or dancing the majesty of the effervescent night-blooming begonias or quit trying to keep up with the smithereens!
Just a combination of words can remove you from the gray desperate despair that sometimes seeps in ... because life is not always sunshine.
Life, when we collect years, is sometimes loss and tears and I-don't-think-I-can-last-one-more-day in this torment, with this guilt, regret, with this loss, this fear, this pain, this depression, anxiety, with my failure of who I thought I was supposed to be.
But you do.
You do last.
And you begin to notice that letting go of who you were supposed to be is delicious and liberating and you discover the grace and beauty of what has always been there without even needing to change it.
You discover that you have come a long way baby because you are flexible and sturdy and your beauty is now defined the real way… by the strength and radiance of your spirit. By how you create your inner self.
With this creativity, you discover that inside of every trouble there are not one but 600 solutions, perspectives, colors, rhythms and connections to the brilliance of life.. not just the darkness,
and the Goddess of Knowing turns the lens toward that amazing part of you- the funny way you think about the world, the personality that you have cultivated because of what you endured, the strength you underestimated.
And the confidence lying dormant begins to grow like beautiful flowers around the rocks BECAUSE, not in spite, of your years. And you are introduced to the dimension of yourself you kept hidden or the one you didn't even know about ...
Here I am.. you say,
Emerging like night blooming begonias… be gone, yes! Be gone myths about aging… break the rules.. return to the majesty of you and the effervescence of your creative self and with your smile, blow to smithereens any doubt or fear or detractor from the power you have when you are your creative self.
Your inertia will turn to vitality, your decline will no longer be a decline.. you will be reintroduced to the beauty of life and the well-spring of your mind to deliver the beauty of thought. And it can start with a word. Trust.
Celebrate creativity with me
Jill Badonsky