A Treat for The Senses

 

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(I’ve got something planned for you)

One of my sayings when conversation moves to one’s typically favourite “buzz” is

“I could get high on colour”.

For that reason I enjoy exhibitions, artwork, textiles, stationary displays, architecture, wild meadows, gardens and shop windows!

As a small child I would often arrange my Platignum felt tip pens in colours of the rainbow. I was conscious of the “eccentric” individuals who seemed to have no sense of colour, wondering at their ignorance of rules of matching dress code taught by my mum.

 “A contrast is better than a bad match” she would say, or

“Never wear orange and pink” (Although this was the seventies)

or even “blue and green should never be seen”.

Yet nature herself breaks all these rules!

And so do children when left to their own devices!

I remember once discussing with and testing a bright little five year old friend on her shape recognition.  When presented with a hexagon she proclaimed confidently “That’s a bee’s house”.

What a wonderful and truthful perspective!

Picasso once said

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”

This is my fascination.

Given that we are born innately gifted (and I do believe this) some kind of layering upon layering, binding and tying, distorting and disturbing of an underlying genius has taken place.  As clumsy dismissals or criticism, pre-fixed aspirations are externally applied to us. Or outright discouragement takes place and we quickly lose the natural and unself-conscious expression of who we are.

Our child prodigies may simply be those whose genius was correctly and intensely nurtured!

However, for most of us the revealing of our artisan soul, as Erwin MacManus calls it, will be an intentional extraction process that can be daunting at the very least.

That is why art is esteemed. It is exacting of us personally. And sometimes takes a little kickstart.

And that is why I esteem and honour the precious work of finding and revealing your authentic inner genius. It’s sometimes frustrating.  I am intimately familiar with that myself and so I invest the shared compassion I feel for the caught, tied and even sedated who hardly dare believe they can face another potentially fruitless attempt at self-actualisation!

I’m taking a big risk here

I have already booked a superb venue this August.  It will be a feast for the senses and a safe, supportive environment.  There I will re-introduce you to the unwrapped, unchoked version of yourself, awaken the hope that you are still worthy of the fight to express yourself in a pure and childlike way.

Indulgent?

Does this sound selfish?

Perhaps so but not compared with indulging complacency or reluctance to use what you have in the interests of natural health, wellbeing, even a much greater good. Which you will easily stick at!

Because it is YOUR personal seam of wealth both to exploit and export.

If you read my book Disentangling Genius you will have come across Ruth the Yorkshire wool expert who has dedicated her life to the passion for natural fibre and all things crafty.

A showcase of talents

Today and tomorrow she has one of the many stalls at The Annual Woolfest in Cockermouth, Cumbria where the simply curious mingle with the dedicated spinners, knitters, felters and weavers.

(They are the ones in exquisite shawls or crochet patch applique jeans!).

They are the ones who got past the norm, the opinion, repetitive TV, rules of fashion and mass production, to export something unique and inherently valuable.

Do you want to get past all that and get in touch with the yearning to create? Click and follow the link to learn more of how!

I would love to help you experience life as you were intended.

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Conscience Uncoupling

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It’s always sad to hear about a business partnership, trusted friendship or marriage coming to an end. However amicable it is claimed to be. Remember a couple of years ago, a couple’s decision to split hit the headlines. They called it “conscious uncoupling”.

Again, I recently came across this phrase coined by a psychotherapist and author. Whether it really is just a euphemism or makes an important distinction from selfishness and individualism is the point I want to consider.

Agree to disagree

The debate about the lead singer of Coldplay, Chris Martin and actress Gwyneth Paltrow’s dispassionate agreement to disagree was a reminder of the less than perfect life we risk when we engage intimately with those in our world. Not that we have a perfect life before coupling!

To what degree they were incompatible we will never know and ours is not to judge. However this new phrase brought back into the spotlight for me the thorny issue of loyalty and perseverance. Especially if it is misplaced!

(Now I’m speaking as a divorcee who persistently clung to a phrase “Divorce is not an option” through my dark times)

We honour and respect those silver, ruby and golden wedding couples who stay together for life. This mutual characteristic of commitment is highly valued. On balance, it serves both parties extremely well. However, there are exceptions. Then, it does pay to consciously uncouple.

And fortunately or unfortunately, it might take two to tango but it only takes one to uncouple.

It’s the power and the vulnerability of the freedom of human will.

We all have one.

I nearly forgot that I did, but thankfully I woke up just in time.

Between Trapezes

Let me tell you about the time I first came across this concept of conscious uncoupling, years before it became a fashionable relationship status. I was in an inspirational meeting with one of the emerging communicators of our time. His signature message still is “Crossing Over”. He illustrated a fundamental truth, in reality a hard one to trust. It is that we will all face our wilderness, our “land between” or “dark night of the soul”.

The Next Thing

There is always a moment of faith before you can have the next thing you want.

The next thing only becomes available when your hands are empty. It is a moment, a space, seemingly an eternity aptly described by the metaphor “between trapezes”. We never know how long we will be flying.

With or without a safety net; we don’t find out in advance.

It would be so much easier if we at least got to touch and feel the next thing first and then compared the risks and benefits of staying or going. But trapezes don’t reach in the middle. If they did, they would crash and tangle.

You simply have to launch into space for your arc of faith in order for the momentum of the old to take forward the new.

Risk being empty-handed

“If I want to reach Gill, I have to let go of Marie’s hand” the speaker stated

Two of the audience stood at the front on either side of the speaker. He illustrated his point very simply, in fact quite prophetically. He held the hand of the current leader to one side of the platform and stretched impossibly toward me at the other. (I was soon to become the next leader though no one would have guessed it).

Reaching out, he made the point that that which is in your future can never come to your hand until you actually let go of that which is presently in your hand. Whereupon he she or it, will immediately become your past.

In the words of brooding singer, Chris Martin

“Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part.

Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it was so hard. I’ll take it back to the start”

This is what we do, we bear the imagined blame, shame and silently endure the swinging trapeze and its circular and familiar patterns. In the interests of public opinion or religious dogma, we take ourselves back to the start over and over and yet our conscience is crying out for finality. Even at risk of missing our catch ever again. Whatever or whoever that might be.

“’Til death do us part”….

That a marriage could or should end, some believe is heretical. For others it’s a fair risk to try your best and pray that under pressure, your choice doesn’t turn out to be a sociopath. Then there are those drawn along like a caravan coupled to a fated car. Attached, its driver sleeping, they creep inexorably toward the cliff edge. Together!

“You’ll be the death of me”?

The choice is stark and yet clear

  1. Uncouple, salvage and remain on safe ground whilst time still allows.
  2. Or, respect the principle of loyalty above life and stay attached.  Pulled by the gravity of the situation you plunge hopelessly after the car-wreck.

Yet I feel your caution.

Before rashly or logically attempting uncoupling, first ensure you are fully engaged with your conscience. Then you have the authority to uncouple. (A little disclosure here). For me this happened in a moment, a genuine revelation sealed it for me that God loved me more than the institution of marriage. I believe he loves both. It shouldn’t be “either/or” but I am sure you will agree that if it is, the marriage has to go.

Next, you ask “Can I trust my conscience?”

Now that is another important question!

If you would like to join this conversation, or direct the flow of my next blog, please comment, link or suggest other voices I too might like and share. I am passionate about helping you further

  • if you feel you have lost your way
  • if you think you disappointed your own community
  • if you believe you “screwed up”
  • or fight loss of hope in the future