Hello My Beauty,
I hope as Summer is being its glorious hot self, doing its glorious thing, you’re doing the same ~ being you in all your glorious you-ness.
I’ve been doing a deep dive into something that has always been a part of my life, being creative. Perhaps it’s because some of my earliest memories are playing with paints and clay and paper mache and string and sand and wax and anything else my mom could find for us to use and be creative with. Play was a huge part of my mom’s gift to my sister, brother, and I, even as we marveled (and marvel still) at her own creativity with pen and ink and water colors and acrylics and canvas…. We figuratively and literally grew up in a world of creativity, where the creative process filled our daily lives as both my parents brought to life the blueprint and then the reality of building home after glorious home.
Though I have yet to build my own house, I caught the bug of working with an idea and running with it to its fruition. As I’ve worked with project after project, I’ve come to love the creative process for what it is, the journey of getting out of my own way and allowing whatever I’m working on, BE whatever it wants to be instead of what I think it should be.
Creativity has helped me become the me I am today ~ there’s nothing else that will trigger and heal and make real whatever I need to process energetically, physically, mentally, and spiritually, faster and with greater awareness, than being in the deep end of the creative process. Which is why being creative has become such an important tool in my SOULCare.
When I am creating, I am happier, healthier, more rooted in love, more rooted in mySELF.
Journaling has been something I’ve turned to since my teens, my connection to my higher SELF, to my most loving self, could always be found on the page. An adventure into the process of coming into being one’s authentic self, unfolded before me as my young adult stories poured out of me and came into form, word by word. In the last year, I’ve returned to an old friend, pastel chalks and the goddesses I used to paint 17 years ago. Rediscovering the joy in “painting with my hands” has made me realize how far I’ve moved beyond the end product being the point, to the soul purpose of the joy in the doing of the thing, being the holy point.
This shift has allowed me to tap into the fun of creating, the excitement and the wonder of: what happens if I add this color, or what if I allow the “mistakes” to become the new direction the drawing wants to take….
There’s such freedom to be had in this spaciousness of allowing. I no longer stress that my ladies don’t have quite the right noses, or that their eyes are too big and wide, or even that their hair color resembles anyone’s I’ve ever seen. I’ve stepped beyond the box and left it far behind as I skip into the fun of it all.
And the most beautiful part? This fun I’m allowing myself has spilled over into all parts of my life. I feel lighter, more full of joy, more in appreciation, more in love with every thing.
Sometimes we forget how fun life can be. I say it’s time to remember and then make room for play.
AND… I’m curious what YOU think about creativity? What do you do to fill your glorious you-ness up? What do you do to add that something more to your every day? What might play look like, feel like, show up like for you?
I’d love to share a conversation about Creativity with a Capital C, so please feel free to email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) or check out on my Instagram feed (@shannonleehorn) where I’ll be sharing more about what embracing my own creativity means to me and how it has added so many colors and textures and adventures in getting out of my own way.
Wishing you love and light and some time to play.