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One of the ways my husband and I enjoy spending our time together is being creative. The other night I sat down on the dining table where weâve been butt glued to the chair to create. My husband has been working on his album project that heâs been producing, writing, engineering and curating for the past 3 years. Then thereâs me with my writing. I had my headphones on listening to music and I got in maybe a few sentences when I just didnât have the words anymore. My body didnât want to stay sitting in a chair. Instead, I started full body listening to the music playing in my ears. I decided I was going to stop writing, go outside on the balcony, look at the stars and take a few breaths.
Within minutes, I found myself getting completely lost in the music.
I stood up and danced.
Not the TikTok step-by-step kind of dancing.
But the wild, loosy goosey, free spirited, breeze blowing through your hair kind of dancing.
The kind of dancing that if people were watching you, they might think youâve lost it, they might be wondering if youâre okay. I swayed, I swirled, I spun, I shook, I stomped and I kept dancing. I kept dancing under the star lit sky like no body and their mother were watching. I could feel the excitement from all the little cells in my body brewing up and up. I danced until my heart started to feel like it grew 3x larger. I danced until my tendons became completely loosened and relaxed. I danced until I became so consumed in the beating of the music that I became one with it. I danced like it was my ecstasy.
I made my way over into the living room and the dancing persisted, smiling cheek to cheek, eyes lightly closed and savoring the moment like it was a midnight summer in 2003. I came in panting to him saying âI just had the time of my life dancingâ and shared my experience.
It was one of those nostalgic kind of moments, the kind of moment that you look back on 15 years from now and still remember how it made you feel. The vibrant young woman dancing on the balcony, completely present in the moment while her baby was sound asleep under the moonstruck sky. You will remember how deeply in love you are with life. How the zest, the passion, the waves of enchanting joyousness moved through you.
I asked him how his music was going and he asked me if I wanted to listen.
As I put the comfy, cushioned headphones snug over my ears, I felt giddy inside.
It was going to be my first time listening to a completely mixed and mastered version of the song that Iâve heard since he wrote it in 2021.
Listening was an experience. Every sound that I heard was crafted and produced by him. He turned nothing into something. He turned his ideas that came from him living in the moment into art. What a true masterpiece! I said to him âyouâre one great producer.â
And he said, âWow, itâs interesting you say that. Before I sat down, I got into my head about comparing my work with other producers who have already been there done that.â So instead of lamenting on it, he made a conscious effort to tell his mind differently.
Before he sat down, he said to himself âI am the greatest producer in the world.â
And those words, the thoughts that re-routed in his brain, became the reason that he wrote this incredible piece that I was now listening to.
I said to him, âWell what if you are the greatest producer in the world? What if you just donât know it yet because your audience hasnât found you but what if theyâre out there and what if theyâve been waiting to hear the kind of music youâre creating?â
Then I asked him the words that would spark a million miles of possibilities.
âWhat if youâre Godâs best kept secret?â
He looked at me like he was having a light bulb moment, as if something clicked hard in his head and grounded itself into his body. He looked at me like somewhere deep down in his bones, he knew this. But it was his mind, his pre-conditioned, primal mind that that told him something different.
It landed into my body the same time it landed into his.
That question makes me think about us, you and I and our human experience as creative, multi-faceted gifted beings. It makes me think about many people out there are walking around with these treasured gifts inside of them waiting to be unlocked.
What if the barista that makes your coffee every morning is the greatest singer of our time?
What if the server that waits on you and brings you food is greatest actress of all time?
What if the oddest cousin in your family is the Einstein of our era?
What if the cashier checking out your groceries is the greatest businessman of all time?
What if the stay at home mom neighbor you have happens to be the greatest writer of all of time?
What if you are Godâs best kept secret?
But you just didnât know it yet.
If you knew this to be true, how would you treat yourself?
How would you talk to yourself?
How would you walk, breathe and act towards your gifts?
How would we treat each other?
What if part of our work on Earth was to undo all the societal programming and the thousands of years of generational trauma so we can uncover our gifts and use them to serve others in this lifetime?
What if everything youâve ever been through, every failure, every toxic relationship, every let down moment youâve ever had was meant to make you dig deeper and advance you towards your gifts?
What if itâs hiding right underneath your nose this entire time and itâs so close that you wouldnât even think to seek it?
Itâs one question to ask yourself.
But one question that transcends every doubt youâve ever had in your mind
and invites you to think about things differently.
It invites you back to remember a time where you felt connected to somethingâ
a time when you were naive, innocent, attuned to your child like nature.
A time where you were exactly who you were meant to be before the fast-paced culture taught you differently.
One question that sparks a million possibilities.
As I sit here and wrap up this draft, I thought how differently my night wouldâve looked if I forced myself to stay seated and push the words to come out. I thought about what wouldâve happened if I prioritized productivity, speed and efficiency to just get something out there for the sake of getting something out there.
This night wouldâve never happened.
And these words were produced as a result of getting up and living in the moment.
It makes me think about the creative journey. How so often, the game of ping pong in our heads about âwhat we should do or shouldnât do? will they like this or will they like thatâ can completely put out our creative fire.
But the art isnât created from force.
The art is created from flowâ
A surrender into the moment that is revealing itself right in front of us.
A conscious effort to tell our programmed mind that weâre not going to should ourselves into efficiency and productivity if it doesnât serve our overall well-being.
Creativity is learning to view the life weâre living as art.
So much so that itâs not something we seek, itâs something we are, something we become.
And as we live our livesâ
as we fully immerse ourselves in the unfolding of itâ
we will uncover our gifts and we will express it in a way that feels like home to those receiving it.
I will never forget that one airy spring night in May where I softly breathed the air into my lungs and had a spontaneous solo silent disco dance party and that somehow, it lead me here.
Earlier that day, I came home to a box at the door with my sisterâs name on it. It was a gift and included a letter she wrote to me acknowledging my journey as a mother so far. Acknowledging the many ways itâs bonded, deepened and rekindled our relationship as sisters to what itâs meant to be. I only read a few sentences in when tears drops slid down my face and landed on my chest.
Then I wrote a poem for a my daughter inspired by a day at Lake George.
It was one of those nights where I experienced the vastness of this human experience.
I sobbed, I laughed, and I danced the night away.
What a trip this life is.
What a gift.
I hope this piece awakens something inside you.
I hope it reminds you what a wild adventure the life ahead of you gets to beâ so much to learn, receive, offer, share and express.
And however you choose to exercise your creativity, I hope you never stop living for the moment.
May you turn your life into a masterful piece of art and make the world go round.
May you keep on dancing the dance of life.
Thatâs all for now.
Sending you so much love and then some.
Warmly,
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