Something occurred to me again, because I already knew it, but you know how it is when you ‘really’ get something. My thought is about how important it is to take action steps when developing a creative life. That may seem like a no-brainer but it’s not always so evident or easy. There was a time in my life that I thought, while lying on the sofa watching television, that ‘someday’ and ‘somehow’ I was going to create something successful. What I can say about that is that at least I had a vision.
I still sometimes struggle with taking action. I often sit in front of the television and watch other people’s creativity at work. I usually get up after a couple of minutes and say to myself, “let me go and do my creative work; thanks for the inspiration.” My excuse that I worked all day is just an excuse. Afterward, I go to bed feeling a lot better about myself than if I had used ‘having a long day’ as a reason for not writing or doing something else I love, like picking up my beloved accordion.
Another thing I find important in fulfilling my vision is sharing it with someone else. When I went to school as a child I got in the habit of covering my work. There was always another kid who resembled a crane as they tried to sneak peeks at the answers on my pages. Even as an adult there have been people that were unscrupulous with how they treated the work I shared with them. But still, there’s a certain power to sharing one’s vision. I believe that by putting my vision out into the Universe that it clarifies my plans, strengthens my commitment, and leaves my vision open to a blessing that can only be received if I’ve shared it aloud. So often, others’ feedback have helped me to view my work in an expanded manner. Will someone steal my idea? Maybe. But I think that each person’s vision is different and will be effected in a unique way. There’s enough to go around. By giving voice to my vision I am exhaling a prayer into the Universe that is abundant in its gifts.
After spending a couple of weeks with my daughter, Mara Cordova, the illustrator of this oracle, I am psyched! We spent our time was sharing our creativity, critiquing in the most loving ways and being in truth about what our individual expectations are in terms of these cards and our lives in general. The moon was waxing and, along with my spouse, we enjoyed the triangle of the moon made with Jupiter and Venus. What a wonderful convergence of energies. Today, in the stillness of the waning moon, I centered and with Graciella la Gitana, my spirit guide, I pulled the Caridad card. I am excited to the point of sharing the original thumbnail sketch of this card.
Image: There is the image of a pair of hands that are opened. They hold a beautiful flower. On the wrists are bracelets. One is a simple bangle; the other two are more ornate. There is an object at the side. It is difficult to decipher what it is.
Words: Charity, the sweetness of giving without expectation of reward because the gain is in the giving. Providing service for others is the stepping stone for liberation of the self.
Read: Sharing that which is important to one gives the opportunity for the other to reflect, respond responsibly and to in turn share what is vital to them. The ability to do so soberly without expectations is no easy feat. It can be done when one-although in anxiety- can be secure in the knowledge, that the only way to grow is to share that which is essential to them. The saying ‘you can’t keep it unless you give it away’ is only one of the lovely layers of sharing, caring, providing compassion and sincerity. Share a little love today- you may get some back.
That little red dot appeared, alerting me to a notification. It was a Castleville request. It read, “You’re hereby invited to create your happy ending!” That to me was invitation to craft my own demise. Reading that sentence was like taking a rock to my solar plexus. What seems like a benign invitation to play a brand new Internet game is for me, deadly.
I shudder when I think of the hours I’ve spent plowing, planting and fertilizing animated crops, dazed in front of my computer playing Farmville. A couple of years ago I, at the encouragement of two friends, chose my avatar. She sported brown hair, had large brown eyes hidden behind red framed glasses and, the last time I saw her, was wearing a cute blue shift and cowgirl boots. My friends quickly tired of the game. I didn’t. I created a farm kingdom. There was not only one barn but two. There was a totem pole, a balloon ride and an elephant on the farm. Strange- come to think of it. A calf nursery, a gardening supply business, log cabin restaurant and pretty pink castle became my pride and joy. I begged my friends to return to the game so I could “buy” an inch more of land around the perimeter of my cartoon property.
My writing projects gathered dust. The needlepoint pillows I was creating seemed too heavy to pick up. I left a little later for work every day. I entered chat rooms in order to friend others who also shared in the belief of empire building. On vacation, I became frustrated when I lost plots of blackberries three times in a row because somehow my plowing on my iPhone didn’t “take.” I think that’s when I hit rock bottom. Somehow I managed to put down the drug- I mean game. It was hard. I decided to let it hover in cyberspace. It was just too hard to delete my creation entirely.
Occasionally, I’m alerted that someone has bought a pie or scone from my beloved bakery. I continue to receive requests from game buddies on a daily basis. Some of these same individuals are friends in my real world. I’ve told them I’ve stopped planting blueberries- the four hours it took for them to whither gave me more gray hair than I could deal with. These people don’t listen but I forgive them. The games are addicting. They made my life unmanageable. I was powerless. It was insane.
I’ve decided that I prefer to spend my time doing other things and display my talents in other ways. Instead of playing with my avatar’s dogs I play with my real dogs. The animated ones hadn’t been programmed to play fetch X-treme. Ginger and Chutney are much happier playing with me than lying at my feet while I “play” at the computer. I’ve revised my novel and am so enjoying writing my first mystery.
So, while I am tempted at times to play again, the invitation to Castleville clearly asks me to create a happy “ending.” Ending is the operative word. I’m just beginning as a writer and an artist. I think I’ll RSVP a no to this invite.
What distracts you from creating your creation?