Yesterday was the Sunday after the storm. From writing an excellent paper, closing a hall and all that entails, graduation and all other work related things.
Saturday came and I was again busy, by the end of the night I was extremely exhausted and I had to be in Spokane the next morning at 7:00am. Saturday, I wanted to stay up and watch tv but instead I did some mindfulness and breathing activities and I slept like a log.
Sunday came and for the first time in months I was scheduled to sing worship with a group of amazingly talented, kind, grace filled awesome people! You have to understand, I am so passionate about the act of singing worship! It is a place that connects me in ways that transcend self.
Needless to say this gave me so much life and joy. When I wasn't even expecting it the game was upped when I went to have coffee with my friend Priscilla. We went to the chocolate Apothecary And my heart and my eyes were drawn to the art! Oh my goodness her art was simply amazing and it inspired me! It reminded me of a lot of some of the work I've done with found objects but to the tenth power. It as uninhibited art. I was so inspired I wanted to go home and create. Priscilla had to jokingly remind me to breathe. Coffee was fantastic! I was able to speak about art in a way that was understood and comfortable.
Walking to our cars there they were... Brick walls. Then there was a particular grey wall. In true me form I suggested a selfie in front of said wall. Why am I obsessed with Brick walls? I dunno. They are... artsy.
After the last service I decided to go to the SpoPo event. It is an event on a back patio in which people came and read their poetry. The backyard was peaceful, enclosed by a stone wall and tall trees all around. I was on the fence about going because I don't consider myself to be a poet. I'm a creative type that has an affinity for writing amidst other things. I decided to put my awkward aside and go to this event. I have been wanting to get comfortable reading poetry so why not now! I went and I was really nervous, especially after the 3rd time of being asked if I was a poet. People were nice but I was still intimidated, especially when I overheard conversations about their published works. Some even professors, or adjunct professors. After hearing all of that I definitely was not going to read a poem. The first poet... Elissa with an E was a performance poet. She was absolutely fantastic! Then after Elissa popcorn style others would read their work. We took an intermission. I felt way more comfortable and started talking with different folks. It was amazing to be around such talent. Slowly I started to feel like I was going to fit in just fine in this poetry circle. After intermission it happened... I was called out to read a poem. I was simultaneously going through my phone deciding what I would read as I had mustered up the courage to read if called upon. I was called upon and I did it... I read a poem, out loud, at a place, to people. I am not sure how it was received , people clapped and some told me after that they liked it. Elissa with an E, was the first to tell me she liked it. She asked if I read locally. "I don't" I said, "but I want to do that more." She gave me suggestions of places to do that, and encouraged me to try it out! I learned that she had a published book and was working on new content. She gave me tips and hints, it was welcomed and great feedback.
As I gathered my belongings to start the trek home, I had a grin that was impossible to wipe off my face. It was a refreshing and inspiring experience. Walking to my car I still had this grin as I looked up and around at these tall tall trees that hugged this beautiful neighborhood.
The trifecta! I got to sing, see awesome art, read poetry all with awesome people. I was beaming internally and it has carried over into today. So much so that I turned my tea corner into my creative lab.
I hope for more of these experiences this summer. I also hope that it fuels me and inspires me to take my creative bone to the next level. The next level for me is to be uninhibited.