I have been thinking about remembering lately, not the kind of remembering where I walk into a room and, for the life of me, I cannot remember why I came in there. Though, in retrospect, that could still be its own story, possibly with a support group, name tags, and snacks. 😊
I’m talking here about the deeper kind of remembering, the kind that surfaces through creativity.
There are days when I sit down to write, paint, stir soup, record a show, or make something with my hands, and I realize I am not only creating something new, I’m also feeding something old and sacred within myself.
Creativity becomes nourishment for my soul, a quiet offering to the parts of me that have been waiting patiently beneath the busy noise of my everyday life.
Something in me remembers as my fingers move, my hands hold, and my heart opens.
Creativity has a way of finding what life has buried under errands, appointments, laundry, grief, caregiving, expectations, and that long list of things I tell myself must be done before I am allowed to breathe.
It slips in through a sentence, a color, a song I forgot I loved, or a memory that arrives with no warning and sits down beside me like an old friend who knew exactly when to show up. Like when Ryan did this week with a giggle and grin we all remembered, remembering him.
Sometimes I think creativity is less about making something impressive and more about being willing to listen through the creative process.
The world has taught many of us to measure creativity by the finished product, the painting on the wall, the book on the shelf, the basket woven… the things others can see and admire. While those things are wonderful and great reminders of the gifts we all have, they are not the whole story.
Sometimes the real gift is what happens inside us while we are creating.
When I give myself permission to write, craft, create, even badly, messy, even with the kitchen counter still holding evidence of life in progress, I begin to feel nourished in places productivity cannot reach. Something loosens, lets go, gently softens inside, something deep within that has been holding its breath, begins to exhale and I remember the girl who loved wonder, awe, mudpies, and potato bugs.
I remember the woman who still believes in magic, even when the practical world rolls its eyes and asks if magic can please fold the laundry while it sprinkles glitter about my world.
I remember the dreamer, the storyteller, the seeker, the one who knows there is wisdom hiding in ordinary days, tucked between soda pop stops, grocery lists, old photographs, half-written sentences, and the quiet longing to feel like myself again.
Maybe that is why creativity matters so much. It doesn’t ask me to become someone else for the sake of making something else, it invites me to return to myself. It feeds the roots of who I am, especially in seasons when my body feels tired, weathered, or a little too windblown by life.
For me, creativity has become a form of remembering and a form of nourishment. It reminds me I am more than what needs to be done, more than who needs me, more than the roles I have carried, more than the responsibilities I have faithfully tended. It reminds me there is still a living, breathing, imaginative soul within me, and she needs to be fed too.
What part of you is hungry for creative nourishment? What part of you is waiting to be remembered?
What would happen if you picked up a pen, a brush, a needle and thread, your camera, a garden trowel, or wooden spoon? What would happen if you let creativity lead you back to the pieces of yourself you thought were lost?
Maybe they are not lost at all. Maybe they were only waiting for you to make something sacred enough to call them home, to remember them.
May this holiday weekend be one of remembering… remembering who you are, where you come from, and the freedom you have to spread your wings and soar.
Happy 250th Birthday America and God Bless the USA.
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Vicki Dobbs is a bold and adventurous warrior walking a path of heart to manifest spirituality in everyday lives. She opens existential gateways for individuals to face their challenges and embrace these tests as the great teachers that they are.
Her goal is to see everyone walk in beauty and balance every day of their lives empowered by the voice of their own authentic truth.
Through Wisdom Evolution and Sacred Wisdom Workshops, Vicki creates opportunities for others to make deep personal changes through experiential classes, ceremony, sacred art and story. She endeavors to inspire others to create their lives intentionally. Vicki is an Inspirator of everyday awareness, an Instigator of spontaneous stories and a Connoisseur of Creativity. Gratitude and grace sprinkled with humility and humor are the medicine she brings to the world.
As an Elder, Teacher and Entrepreneur, Spiritual Coach, Ordained Minister and Crafter of Sacred Art and Tools, Vicki perceives life’s journey as an ever-upward spiraling ascension of the human spirit leading her to wisdom, wholeness and authenticity.
Her experience includes being trained in the Harner Method of Shamanic Counseling and the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition of Cross Cultural Shamanism. She is a Graduate Teacher and Mentor with the Lynn Andrews Center For Sacred Arts and Training and has been the Administrator and Writers Guide for Writing Spirit, the School.
Vicki is also an Artist of the Spirit Certified Spiritual and Energetic Life Coach, a Graduate Mentor in the AoS program and a founding member of HeatherAsh Amara’s Warrior Goddess Leadership Team and Facilitator of the Warrior Heart Practice.
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