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Archive for Human Nature – Page 13

Quilts

Quilts
I finally saw the Quilts from Gee’s Bend at the DeYoung yesterday. This brave exhibit flies like a proud flag the extraordinary human spirit that weaves beauty and usefulness and hope from the thin threads of poverty. 

These quilts were painstakingly hand-pieced by three generations  of Gee’s Bend women, made of scraps from worn-out clothing with bleached fertilizer sacks for backing & stuffed with pounded flint from processed cotton they picked during the day. Working late into the night, the women gathered to quilt and sing together for a few hours practical pleasure after the dinner meal was over and the dishes cleaned and put away.

In the film accompanying the exhibition I was struck by one of the younger women (67!) who was talking about her craft with the passion and devotion that marks her as an artist recognizable anywhere. She said she loved her quilts … that her favorite pleasure was to find and stitch in a swatch of fabric with color that "took your breath and made you feel amazed to look at it."

These quilts – and the women who made them – certainly had that effect on me.

Blessings

This is a very cool thing: a woman named Kate Nowak hatched a plan to offer a blessing a day for 100 straight days. The project succeeded beyond her wildest dreams, with over a million people having seen her fabulous little movie: Heartfelt Blessings

Here’s one of the 100 blessings she sent out that particularly caught my eye. I was intrigued first by the way her quote interprets the ‘grist for the mill’ concept that has always been at the center of my creative impulse – the  idea that everything that happens to you is valuable, and can be profitably used, and then by the way she equates the tension involved in the process with beauty…

"Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can
become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you
up so you can be all that you were intended to be."

~ Charles Jones

Even a lump of clay thrown on the potters’ wheel undergoes pressure.
It is the pressure of the potter’s hand that coaxes the beauty out.

Freedom

What would you do if you’d just found out you have a life-threatening illness, and were so weak you needed to rest while your body recovered enough strength to attempt a cure?

This was the situation a friend and colleague of mine faced recently. A visionary who’s been a clear voice in articulating the emergence of collective intelligence in the world, my friend had a remarkable response to this daunting challenge.

He asked that those who love and care for him let him go; that they hold him in a love without attachment, so he is free to discover what is happening to him on a soul level and do whatever is necessary in response.

His response was remarkable to me in at least two ways; one that he had the capability to go beyond his own personal fear & attachments in the face of death and hold to his highest aspirations. Two, I found it remarkable that he had enough confidence in his community to make this request and know it would be understood and granted. The real blessing is that he was right. The strength and clarity of the support that has gathered to hold him in this journey continues to inspire me and give me hope for the ability to transcend fear of death and know liberation.

On this Thanksgiving Day, I humbly give thanks for my friend, and the gift of freedom that in his wisdom he has given all of us whose lives he touches.

Unbridling

In my small group ‘wisdom circle’ at yesterday’s Thought Leader Gathering, the question before us was "What gifts do you have hidden in your attic?", meaning, ‘What personal dreams, thoughts, actions, etc. do you withhold from the world?’.

Most of those in our small group were pretty ‘out there’ types, used to expressing ourselves freely, but even so each of us could identify a level at which we still keep ourselves hidden, afraid our true selves would be ‘too much’ or somehow ‘inappropriate’ if spoken out loud.

When pressed for details, a well-known creativity coach in our group described his hidden gift as the urge to "sing instead of speaking; write fiction instead of essays", and paint his dreams. Another, a high-level corporate firebrand, admitted that she really doesn’t work very hard… that she spends quite a bit of work time in silent contemplation on the deck, looking out over the ocean. The big ideas come to her once or twice a week; she doesn’t need to slave under a clock 8-10 hours a day, and if she did they probably wouldn’t come at all. But she doesn’t tell anyone this simple truth for fear they’d judge her for knowing that life doesn’t have to be so hard.

For all of us there was an inhibition, a subtle (& sometimes not so subtle) bridling that keeps us from being fully ourselves.

Now there is no doubt that there are merits to bridling some impulses –
no one is suggesting we hurt or defame one another – but what if this
inhibition we all seem to feel is a mass hypnotic trance, an illusion of ‘normalcy’ that denies us our true emotional range as human beings? What is so terrible in this day and age about being different, standing out, or being ‘inappropriate’? Who IS this Arbitrar of the Appropriate, anyway?! Thank Goddess we no longer burn witches in America, and still have the Constitutional right of free speech, though many appear afraid to use it these days.

The truth is I feel liberated when someone next to me is ‘outrageous’ – I feel my spirit lighten and begin to rise a little, and I gain courage for going beyond fear and my own limits of the verbotten.

We moved seats and did another round, this time the question on how our withheld gift has already started showing up in the world…

For me part of the answer to this question has been taking a stand in my approach to online communications. As a intuitively-motivated woman in a largely male-dominated technical field, I can’t help but ‘stand out’ a little, not always comfortably. While my entire industry seems to be moving towards slick templates & complex functionality within an impersonal wrapper that somehow feels
both over-crowded and sterile, I’ve consciously kept my aesthetic
warm, simple and personal, designed for ease and the way a person might actually use
it.

I’m not afraid to use color and engage the senses. I like being a woman, and honor the natural sensitivity and sensibility I was born with. Still, it’s been a process for me to come to self-acceptance and an open acknowledgment of my values.

A big step in my public emergence from the closet was starting this blog. It wasn’t easy. I was afraid writing about beauty would make me appear too ‘soft’; that undertaking this passion of my heart wasn’t ‘professional’ enough; that exposing my aesthetic & spiritual underpinnings might make me appear naive or irrelevant in this fast-moving world I work in.

But at the end of the day (as they say in England) that’s what’s in my heart. This is my true authentic self showing up in the world. What’s most exciting to me about all this is realizing that my small courage can catalyze courage in others. How the permission I give myself is like a key that unlocks permission in others and magically allows more of us to be exactly as we are. It’s like a courage contagion! 🙂

So here’s to each of us unbridling our inner outrageousness and releasing it to run free, like a courage meme rippling its way out into the world…