I am reading a very enlightening book right now about uncovering the Art (with a capital A) I was made to live.
I am aware we all have artistic gifts, even if they can be somewhat hidden for some, and far too exposed for others.
Some gifts are hidden in the kitchen, some are traversed in the studio, and some are even sunk into numbers. The author presents her argument that no matter where one finds their "life", THAT is the arena they are to present their Art. This then becomes less about the external circumstance and more about the internal divine delight in all of us.
"Who is the Artist? You want to know the meaning of life? This is your highest calling: You are called into the dynamic co-creation of the cosmos. This breath is your canvas and your brush. These are the raw materials for your art, for the life you are making. Nothing is off limits. Your backyard, your piano, your paintbrush, your conversations, Rwanda, New Orleans, Iraq, your marriage, your soul. You're making a living with every step you take. --Jon Forman"
I like it!
The reason I like that is because I have struggled with this very question most of my life. Growing up we're all asked the all-encompassing question of what we want to be when we grow up. Have mercy! I hated that question. I mean why do we need to DO anything? Can't we just find a good book and read? Won't that do? One day I thought this, another day I felt that. I was not one to really have a set plan for my life. Ironically my life then became exactly that, unfocused and filled with variables that shifted on any given day.
Now, in this pivotal point of my life where I am at a crossroads of not only what to sink my feet into but who really belongs to these size 10 AA shoes, I am intrigued to ask that age-old question from a whole new perspective. Not just what will I contribute to the world and my community as a certain creative gift, but what kind of Artist will I be inside my soul? What resonates within each current circumstance that defines me uniquely? How does my response to life reflect my understanding of my Art within?
When will I wake up to my Art?
And then it seemed to happen, effortlessly. This morning I literally woke up, then WOKE UP. I saw the dream of my Art laid out in its perfect form. I saw the various pieces of what has always been placed inside my heart and soul, come together in a beautiful tapestry of living. I always knew those pieces existed, but the fragments seemed disjointed until now. Parts of a story that didn't quite fit until I recognized the heroine within each piece...myself.
Waking up can take time and determination. It won't always come softly in the early morning, but sometimes only after long dark nights of the soul where you battle with yourself to truly know yourself. I am only now truly waking up to the Art of my soul. I'm not sure how the journey will unfold but I am willing to be brave and start making a map that shows where I began and where I hope to finish...with my Art shining bright.
Until next time