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Freedom to Be

Freedom to Be

Last night I met a six year old boy who created a camera out of driftwood. He instructed me to push a button on it and anything I photographed would come to life. It took him only a few moments to invent this magical tool.

I was photographing him and his parents at the beach. The hour-and-a-half we spent together was fun and enjoyable but the true gift was much more than this.

So many times society takes creative souls through a deadening process. Trying to keep someone in a small realm of acceptable norms kills the creative spirit within us….and makes us think we are not okay because we are different. And let’s face it, we’re all unique and ‘different’ at our core.

I’m sure many who read this understand what it’s like to think differently or express yourself differently. I have met a great number of people who have lived their entire lives in emotional pain because they are ‘different.’ Their creative genius can be lost…and that’s a loss for all of us.

This youngster was such a light and could imagine inventing something from anything. I ‘saw’ him as a young adult creating solutions to problems on our planet or inventing brilliant new things never before conceptualized…so powerful was his ability to invent. Major credit goes to his parents who champion him and his amazing inventive skills.

He inspired me to give myself permission to create with wild abandon and imagine my life in ways I’ve dared not even dream. I’ve spent today reflecting on freedom and wholeness and self-permission.

It was ‘just’ a photo shoot that almost didn’t happen…but what a loss it would have been to miss meeting these beautiful souls. How grateful I feel for this old soul in a young boy’s body reminding me to gift myself with the freedom to be.

I felt inspired to make a logo for the new magical camera…to maybe inspire him to keep creating.

(A special thank you to this wonderful family for giving me permission to share their images).

Mothering the Creative Process

Mothering the Creative Process

simonelipscomb (4)Twenty-nine years ago my daughter was making her way into this world. Labor began late Saturday before Mother’s Day and continued all through the next day. I remember calling to give my mother updates from home. Being a little taurus child Emily was a bit stubborn in her birth as she was two weeks late. I wondered if I would always be pregnant. Finally, after midnight, I checked into the hospital and proceeded to work through the night to bring forth my daughter, my beautiful daughter.

There was a period during the night when labor seemed slow to progress and fear crept into my mind. I wondered if it was possible to do what she was asking…this seven pound eleven ounce being demanded birth. Fatigue, pain and the fear of failing as a parent didn’t keep her from arriving at noon, the day after Mother’s Day. My daughter was a true gift and yet another gift, often overlooked when we are in the midst of the physical birth process, is the primal act of creation that comes when those of us who choose motherhood are initiated into it.

When I was pregnant I played the piano for Emily. She continued to enjoy it as a baby.
When I was pregnant I played the piano for Emily. She continued to enjoy it as a baby.

The process of weaving a human being into existence is one example of the creative force. But in reality, the same process applies to creating a work of art, a song, a career, a relationship…everything. I think of it as a cosmic cauldron made up of energy. Unlimited possibility dwells in this generator of the Universe. An idea appears and begins the lightning flash journey of creation that leads to manifestation. Step-by-step that energy and idea develop into physical reality. The process continues throughout our lives.

Em and me at her wedding weekend last year.
Em and me at her wedding weekend last year.

Like the actual birthing of a child, creating our lives can be scary, painful and riddled with unexpected complications. Our soul demands birth and progress along the path. If we listen, many times we are faced with unpleasant choices. Endings, goodbyes, deaths and yet with every death, we are reborn into another, and hopefully higher, expression of who we are in our truest, most genuine self. Doors open as we open ourselves to the life to which our soul calls.

My brother Lance, mom and me a few years ago at her birthday lunch.
My brother Lance, mom and me a few years ago at her birthday lunch.

The pattern of the creative process comes from our mothers. This is where, at the deepest level of our psyches, we learn how to create our lives. If we follow the path of our life backwards, we will always find our mother at the beginning. Even if she wasn’t in our life as we matured, we still find the pattern of the creative force in her.

All of us come from our Mother...you can see the family resemblance
All of us come from our Mother…you can see the family resemblance

Each of us, male and female, take on the role of birthing ourselves. We bring with us tools such as gifts and talents and cultivate or ‘mother’ them as we are drawn to our soul’s path. If we get snagged at some point we can journey back in our minds to our physical birth and remember….swimming in amniotic fluid, being pushed out of our comfortable, dark, watery home into a place where we are cut away from our mother, crying and grieving about the loss of safety and security. But we survived. We grew and treaded many paths to create our lives. And we can proceed through another process of birth.

My grandmother, Ethel Hermecz, immigrated from Hungary when she was a toddler. What a life she created!
My grandmother, Ethel Hermecz, immigrated from Hungary when she was a toddler. What a life she created!

It has been said that we are born without a map but perhaps our own birth mother provided an atlas of information that can be unlocked if we are willing to tread the path of the mystery of mothering. So to my mother…and her mother and all of my female ancestors, I am grateful. And to my daughter, thank you for waking me up and helping me step on to the Path.

Thanks mom!
Thanks mom!