“VULNERABILITY is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change.”
Yeah, I know. I already used that quote in my last post on VULNERABILITY. So then…I guess it’s not a coincidence that after vocalizing my vulnerability, I caught a gust of wind holding seeds of Creativity.
Painting, more specifically. Surprise. I have a concept I’m working on that is both challenging & exciting. Bonus: The table is cluttered with the objects of my passion which keeps my perfectionism at bay. Possibilities are endless. Yellow flowers are blooming. The matcha is brewing.
And then there were the things I left behind in order to make more room for the latest and greatest expressions of life: Words.
Sigh. Dangling on their little nooses, they beg me to keep them involved. To not forget them. And I comply. Today it materialized in the form of Narration.
So I wondered: Do you sometimes narrate what’s going on in your head? I find it makes the mundane things a little more stimulating.
“Today I realized that I do that,” she said with furrowed lips in a voice of calmed wonderment.
This morning my 8-year old son and I happened to be brushing our teeth. In the same bathroom. At the same time. Then he decided that NOW would be a good time to have a conversation. Cool. Let’s do it.
“Sheke kumff jelwk jelkrjfemmmm,” He said.
“Meerrrrp fffhhhlllllpppy,” I replied.
Translation (because I learned the beautiful language of Mintymouth this morning): “I love you Mom. You’re awesome!” He said.
Words water my flowers.
I’ve been inspired in so many other areas lately that I haven’t had a chance to WRITE words. Perhaps that’s why they just finally TOOK OVER in narrative this morning. They missed me. Aww.
I like to make sure that every painting has words on it. It’s a display of my mixed-medium mind.
And…like I need another project, I’m starting a new blog. Not because this one is boring or anything. I just…I just…I just need a different topic.
And I’m sort of hoping that “If I start it, the words will come.”
I need to stop fishing in the valley and start climbing the mountain again. I’ve realized that I don’t need the perfect hiking boots, perfect weather, perfect water container… in order to start. I just need to start. Bare feet. Sure. Why not?
details on my new Blog
Here it is: Pursued4Purpose
I had to do it. I didn’t plan it. My fingers did it without listening to my head, and it. just. happened. I didn’t need another blog to maintain. I didn’t need more attention. I guess I just needed to follow. my. heart.
And that means it’s messy. I don’t even have a first post or a Welcome mat for you over there. Yet. I will soon. I just gotta go water some flowers and get my hands full of
dirt paint and…SOON. Words will come. They always do.
Theme. It’s going to be about my pursuit of purpose. Because my heart can hear that God is calling. I am compelled to listen. Drink. And climb.
I don’t know what it all looks like yet, but I’m tired of spinning my wheels. It’s time to change ME. Or MOVE even when I don’t see the changes. Go messy. Just go.
The contrast. Persuaded2Go (this blog) is very much about cleaning up my mess. Sorry if that’s a surprise to some of you. I certainly tried. And now, I’ve realized that there is a level of perfection that I wasn’t actually meant to live in. I was just meant to gather inspiration from it. I want to learn how to THRIVE in my imperfections. Grow in the mess.
I can hear Him calling me. His voice is quiet. Steady. Tender and sweet. Patient. Ever pursuing. He is the reason I am here. I was created for Him. To live and move and have my being within this great place that surrounds me. I cannot deny that any longer. I wasn’t purposely denying it. I just wasn’t focused on it.
So this is me now. Making my face like a flint. Putting my eye flaps on. And blowing the fluff. He won’t let my foot slip. And even if it does slip, I will fall into His arms.
So please come on over and follow Pursued4Purpose if you like. Don’t if it’s not your thing. I get it.
Like the seeds on a dandelion head, consider this GUST OF WIND like the scattering of words that will land where they may.
Be blessed in all you do.