Sunday's Stillpoint

Happy Sunday fellow authors, artists, and soul sisters!  I hope the outer Spring season is inspiring new roots and shoots to sprout in your inner world, as it has in mine.  I trust that you are also clearing out the old debris, just as we do in our outer gardens, clearing out any unnecessary baggage of the heart and mind.  I apologize for anyone who missed last week's post;  I usually write these posts in the mornings, but last Sunday did not have time to sit down and write.  I planned to get back to the post later in the day - obviously, that didn't happen.  I was very kindly informed that a couple of people had written to inquire about the post because they had missed it, but I must say, I honestly had no idea anyone would miss this little post, in part because there has been little feedback.  I had anticipated that this post would inspire more of an ongoing dialogue, and maybe it will in the future.  The more important part of my disbelief is old history in me; not believing enough in the value of my work, my writing, my art.  Perhaps that is some of the debris that needs to be disposed of this Spring!  ( YES!!!)

Last Sunday was the last of a series of six sessions of Guided Imagery Music Therapy I had been gifted with, in the name of helping a Master's level Music Therapist trying out a new technique.  I loved hearing new music that connected to something inside, resulting in new images I put down on paper as I followed my impulses.  I was re-rooted in my love of drawing.  I was given feedback at the end of our final session that resonate with my thoughts this morning.  This young woman, probably 30 years my junior, told me that witnessing my process inspired her to look at herself, consider how she could mirror me and in that way it was beneficial for her personal growth.  She determined to continue her study of GIM.  I had given her the gift of seeing how her work matters, and how we are all connected. This intertwines with my post this morning, not only because my GIM session was the reason I was rushing around last Sunday morning, not writing this post!  It is also a reminder to me, that all our work matters.  We are mirrors to each other, and we reflect what we need to see in each other.

What inspires you, and sustains your belief in your own creativity?