A view from the SuperPower Path…

Once upon a time, about 15 years ago, I was sitting in my living room with a group of amazing women, celebrating a magical workshop of creative giving we’d just led. And, at the risk of seeming, well, nostalgic, we were singing old summer camp songs. Mostly Peter, Paul & Mary.

Suddenly, the phone rang. I ducked out to answer. Little did I know, my life was about to change in a way that still amazes me every day.

My son was calling from Scotland. We did the hiya howya bit for a minute and then I heard this: Mama, you’re going to be a grandmother!

Witnesses would attest that I said nothing but Wow! for the next several minutes, followed by a flood of tears. I was utterly overwhelmed by the realization that my whole world had just become different. Bigger. Brighter.

The next thing I noticed, after a few more days of Wow, were the voices of teachers in my head. The two most insistent, oddly, both named Steve.

Stephen Covey was chattering about his model to gauge how to prioritize choices in life.

And H. Stephen Glenn sounded as close to preaching as he ever got with the core of his gospel… what our kids most desperately need from us.

Kind of oddly, for a person with advanced degrees in the way we’ve always done it, I don’t much care if this next ah-hah sounds bizarre. (It kind of felt bizarre at the time!) It is, simply, the truth.

I was born to be a grandmother! A Fiercely Compassionate Grandmother.

Not simply in the genetic sense, but in the universal sense. To act on the things which once felt theoretically important, but had suddenly begun to feel urgent, with a little one of my own on the way.

To be one of those five adults for as many people as possible, because kids aren’t the only ones who need them.

Especially these days.

And, yes, I’ve left an intentional bit of mystery in this tale, because curiosity is our best state for learning new things and making the changes we most long for.

I will come clean about my dream…

That we ALL claim our SuperPowers and use them for good!

Preferably now!

So, if you’re ready for some help along the way, I’ll be your Fiercely Compassionate Fairy Grandmother, and help you do just that!

Curious about where your path leads and what it all means, especially in these days???


Go here and do this!

We’ll start with your dream and add a lifetime of wisdom, a good bit of creativity (Yes, you are!) and a whole boatload of Big Why?

We’ll turn that into a path you can see and feel.

And, we’ll add a sprinkling of intentional  magic to keep you on the road, believing.

We’ve got this!

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Of creating me, and art along the way!

Creating is exhilarating. It’s terrifying. It’s exhausting. It’s empowering. And, it’s more than all of that.

One of my paintings proclaims, In the image of the Divine, I create.

A more recent one is bold enough to edit that a bit and assert that, In partnership with the Divine, we create.

I’ve been hanging, lately, even more in the deep waters of creating. It feels like all the different layers are happening at once.

From the Big Why? which is a lot like inspiration, through whatever combination of words and images work in any given step, to the whole different processing pattern involved in all the tech-y magic of setting things free in our world… it feels like all the feels at once.

Then there’s the bit about deadlines which I prefer to think of as target dates, though the academic and the journalist who lurk inside me are not convinced!

Monday night was such an event. WIP Wednesday come early!

A WordPress page. Not War and Peace by any means, but a big project for me nonetheless. And one I care deeply about.

The easy part was basically done when I dove in again. By that I mean the copy.

That left details like fancy boxes around this piece or that. Links to things which didn’t all exist yet. And all the things my Muse kept adding.

Then, it all disappeared. The whole page. Really!

When I started breathing again, I tried to re-open the page from the beginning, causing the elves to send a terse message along the lines of…

This item has been deleted!

Trust me when I tell you that I had been perfectly fine with not knowing this was a possibility!

It took a while longer for the breathing to begin again. I was utterly clueless… and figuratively, if not literally, desperate.

My go-to persons to ask were otherwise engaged, so I summoned my inner reasonably current self and googled how do I… on my phone.

The third suggestion which appeared was composed of words I actually understood, so I started there.

It worked!!!

I got my page back and I learned two new things along the way.

  • HOW to get my page back.

In and of themselves, these are really cool things to learn, in case – you know – it happens again.

Beyond that, though, there’s better news.

You see, what I was working on was something which matters a great deal to me and to the way I feel called to matter in this world, now.

So, why am I telling you all this?

Not because I was pretty pleased with myself, though I was. Not even because I learned some new things, which I love.

Instead, I’m putting this on the line because it’s a decent example of one of my favorite things… modeling.

The journey in which we let others see us grow and learn instead of hiding or seeming, however unintentionally, to shame them and blame them for not knowing. For having questions. For trying desperately to protect themselves from the often scary adventure of trying.

Granted, a recipe for something yummy and soothing would have been easier and I might have chosen that except, well, I’ve been watching the news.

I am convinced that this is a time of great change in the world my girls are growing up in and it seems to me that it’s going to take all the people who want the future to work for more and more of us to get through this.

So, I have a question. A question for you!

What do you want enough to head out into the forest of more-to-learn, of challenges like tech issues and visibility and mattering?

I really want to know.

And I can help. Stay tuned…

ps… the Muse has decided the studio needs some work to make space for our new ways of mattering. (It may take a few more Wednesdays!)

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Sue Boardman, Certified Intentional Creativity®
Color of Woman Teacher & Coach