Day 28 Are You an Artist and Mystic?

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I’ve been an artist since childhood. Weren’t we all in our carefree early years before judgment and the demand for productivity arose in our consciousness? In my life those creative aspects never fell to the wayside, but have in fact, become more of a life style than merely a product producing activity. I have never stopped creating even though at times I’ve tried to tame the wild unboxed nature of this gift and hide it beneath other aspects of myself, be it life coach or activator.

 

The way I see the world and seem to process life is through two unique lenses that for a great deal of my life I struggled to recognize, own or articulate, often attempting to put on other lenses that caused confusion and blurred vision. These lenses could best be described as that of an artist mystic. Though I didn’t always understand this, these lenses, offer a way of seeing in which everything rises and reflects a mirror of the whole of life.

 

Everything in life offers an invitation to wonderment and awe. Yet it is the artist mystic’s unique nature and ability to recognize the spark’s light within a barren backdrop, the flash of recognition within a pile of rubble or the inspiration calling from a drippy faucet, seeing in the ordinary that which is anything but ordinary and that which the naked eye might miss. 

It is from these golden shimmers of inspiration that the artist then must express. Insights, inclinations, blocks and even judgments hidden within everyday clay, as well as a bird’s song, the smell of the wind, or the musty old attic’s lure, are invitations to notice what is being spoken in the moment. These reflections and discoveries are like gold to the artist mystic and hold value all within themselves, apart from process or results. The artist mystic feels they might burn a hole in ones pocket if not brought forth onto canvas or paper, as a pregnant mother cannot restrain herself from bringing forth the child within.

 

“The heart of human identity is the capacity and desire for birthing. To be is to become creative and bring forth the beautiful.” John O’Donohue

 

Artistic and mystical contemplation are not about an end result, but as a monk is hidden away within the halls of a great Abbey, so is the modern day mystic called into the great reservoirs of the inner monastery, connecting and seeing everything as sacred. Artists inherently open up new ways of seeing the world and often are seers seeing into the unseen realm.

 

This does not mean that every creative expression translates into lofty spiritual vocabulary, but rather is the convergence of Spirit’s inspiration expressed uniquely through the life and canvas of the artist. At times it is haunting and mysterious, other moments tongue and cheek and still other times even irreverent in nature. It causes us to wonder, open to possibility and stand in awe of the magnitude of the ultimate Creator in which we reflect.

 

There is no formula for engaging, only the invitation to still oneself and listen. For the artist mystic this is not merely a suggestion, but an inclination that can hardly be ignored. It is from this awareness of promptings and impressions that one then picks up the paint, instrument, pen or chosen medium. A breeze, a smell, a simple word, phrase, message or image, are the fuel that insights the artist mystic to bring forth expression that cannot remain silent and hidden in the recesses. It is as if through the panting of childbirth, a loud hallelujah rings out and the creation is released.

 

Day 28 brings me near the end of this year's 30 Days of Creative Expression. It has been a wonderful month of aligning again to my truest nature, responding to the spark of inspiration and the challenge of giving myself permission to allow the Spirit’s breeze to blow upon my flame in any which way it directs. This contemplative time of reflecting and creating will not end, because it is a lifestyle.

 

I hope you will hang around for the continued journey and chime in with your own insights. If you have struggled to understand or make room for your unique artistic mystical nature, please comment and share your thoughts around this topic. Also, look for creative prompts and further discussion about the mystic artist.

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 Multi-media art, Glory Ride, by Kimber Britner

 

 

Day 14 What If You Were Complete

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How would you live differently if you believed you were enough right now? How would you live if you lived into questions and mystery, allowing yourself a generous amount of latitude?

 

I lived a good many years thinking I needed to do more, and I needed to be more, until I began to believe, merely chose to alter my lens and believe that I was perfectly complete in God’s eyes now. This does not mean I am perfect, but rather that I house perfection. This doesn't mean that I am stagnant, but still alive and growing.

 

This means that I don’t have to work so hard to be acceptable, or arrive at some new level, because the One who is beyond measurement has already arrived and dwells in me. What a radical shift to breathe in the ease of grace and rest that was given without effort on my part to acquire it. In fact, what I’ve worked and strived to obtain has actually hindered my ability to receive whats been freely given.

 

Who wouldn’t wake up excited to spend another day being fully loved and accepted right where they are? Who wouldn’t want to be loved like that ? I get to spend another day being loved and soaking up this crazy, generous free gift of life!

Day 4 More Than I Can Think or Ask Kind of Stuff

 

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Today I am art journaling around celebrating twelve years of marriage to my brainy, hunky, stabilizing, loving husband, Mark. How did we get here?

 

I was married to Bill, my first husband a little shy of twelve years, before we lost him to cancer and then I navigated seven years of being a singe mom before Mark entered my world. Then Mark and I married, started the adventure of our lives happily raising my brood of four kids. His two were already mostly grown.

 

Lately I’ve been thinking about the “never could have imagined” and “more than I could ask or think” graced things in my life, things like the two amazing men I’ve married that were ushered into my life at the right time apart from anything I did.

 

I’ve been thinking about other graced things like the time I mysteriously blurted out, “I want that cute yellow house” on Mina Court, when it wasn’t on the market, not even realizing I had had a dream about that exact area pinpointed on a map. Not to mention that God had been speaking to me about the Mina (currency) of treasure I needed to steward in my life. Oddly, we weren’t even house shopping at the time, but when it was time to buy a home, mysteriously the Mina house was on the market and the one we bought!

 

I’ve been thinking about the enduring friendships in my life, the ones where we continue to show up present and alive to each other, organically and love inspired, enjoying the gift of friendship.

 

The greatest things in my life have always been the “more than I could think or ask things,” rather than the many things I can conceive and make happen in my own strength. The later things are weak in comparison to the miraculous beauty of the things I’ve been freely gifted, be it large or small. These are the gifts that surprise my heart, because they are too wild and too good to have received in any manner other than the overflow of a benevolent generous giver.

 

I am excited this year, because I sense that this is a year of “never could have imagined" and “more than I could think or ask.” I’m excited about this season of promise where I feel a little like a well nurtured and adored bottle of wine that’s been growing in full body flavor and seasoned attributes deposited within that make it rare and tasty.

 

This is the year to pop the cork and experience the effervescence spilling out its goodness all around. This is the year to swim in the intoxication of more that we can imagine love. Hello 2015!