Have you ever noticed that you have lots of good ideas for other people, but often feel like you’re staring at an empty medicine basket for yourself? Me, too!
I suspect that’s because we tend to get all caught up in the brain chemistry of our emotions when we need some help – which can be no fun – and all those tools we’ve worked so hard to collect get overlooked. And, yes… I’ve been having an experience of this conundrum!
One of my roles in the Intentional Creativity® universe is to offer a writing prompt to my Red Madonna sisters each Monday. It’s tradition!!! You know… a new poetic form to play with. A particular inquiry. Once, practice writing like Dr. Seuss! And, I love doing it.
Sometimes, I need to do it!!! This was one of those weeks. And, it took a bit of hatching time. The prompt was to write a letter – a question, really – to an ancestor, actual or chosen. One who’s walked on.
Here’s where the amazing brain stuff comes in… no typing! Hand written. The question, with our dominant hand. Then, after whatever waiting was needed, the answer we received with our non-dominant hand. Really! And, yes – it’s a right brain/left brain kind of thing. And, yes – almost everybody says they won’t be able to read the response written with their “other” hand! The vast majority of us, however, will be able to read it, partially because we have to access more of our consciousness to write with our non-dominant hand. And, no… I’m not entirely sure how this works for ambidextrous folks except to say usual hand and less usual hand!
Anyway… I decided to receive my own magic! You see, my Story-Gramma, Elsie, volunteered to help me with the Fairy Tales I’m writing! In fact, she loaned me her name for the Story-Gramma in the book. The narrator, if you will, who tells the stories. And, just the other day, the first fairy tale appeared!!!
For now, though… back to right and left! (Not that right and left!!!)
I got out my journal and my favorite red pen and I asked Elsie about a particular choice she made in her own journey. A choice that was similar to one I found myself making as a young woman. And I asked her why she chose what she did.
Crickets! As in, no perceived reply! At least not until I slept on it. (I think she made a deal with the paintings to hold out and make me sit with it a bit!) And, then, it was time to pick the red pen up with my left hand and receive!
Let’s say that the crying adds to the adventure of the writing! And, yes, the picture at the top is a bit of what I received. It feels like really, really good medicine for me in this moment!
There’s bit you can’t quite see in the photo that I just have to share…
For now, keep being Love and writing those new stories for today’s Littles! It’s a long road, dear heart, and a whole lot of us are rejoicing that you’re on it!
And, yes… the next story is hatching, even now!
So, what magic of yours might need a bit of dust blown off it??? I’m serious!
Or what new magic might you experiment with? None of us can do it all, but – as the old saying goes – all of us can do something! If I were Joan Baez, I’d be playing a guitar and singing on a street corner downtown. You know… all the peace & justice classics. Woodstock, even!
I’d probably be giving books away, too. (Don’t mention that bit to the Legendary Husband who might have minor book hoarding tendencies!)
I’m really not much of a singer, though, and standing on the street corner is often a bit optimistic, orthopedically, these days, so here’s what I can do… gladly!
You get the calendar elves to hook you up with 45 minutes. My gift. I’ll witness you claiming that place where you feel called to be and, together, we’ll hatch up a next right step between here and there. This IS my magic!!! And, if you take me up on the offer between now and the end of the month (ie March 31 at 11:59pm EDT) you’ll be entered to win a free copy of my kids’ book, A Creation Poem… Just click here to do the calendar thing!
