This week’s musings on beauty, words and thresholds took me back to the blessing I wrote at the end of a workshop in 2020.
It was a gift for my fellow creatives.
And reminds me that whatever threshold we are facing, we are not alone.
A BLESSING FOR THE CREATIVE SOUL (because all of us are creative)
Dear friends and travelling companions,
may you know
you are seen and heard,
and your work matters.
You belong.
And may you delight
in your inner being,
as the place where
your creativity flows.
Feed it well
and drink from fresh water.May you be content to stand at the edge –
you’ll see more from there.
Cherish your eyes
and follow the sightline
of your curiosity and wonder.
Protect your ears,
give them time to hear
what really matters.
The silence,
the whispers,
the roars.
And the still small voice inside.May you choose your words and expressions
with care, because they have power
far beyond anything you can imagine.
Honour them
and offer them generously,
for they build bridges and
shape our sense of how things are.
For you are like a diamond
held up to the light.
You refract the colours around you
so that people can see what’s really there.May you grasp the vastness
of the space before you.
Enjoy your courageous imagination.
Let it take you to places
your heart longs to go.
And don’t be afraid to look
your anger in the eye, knowing it’s yours,
not borrowed from elsewhere.
Therefore, seek the peace of stillness,
where the clamour of other voices are muted,
and you hear your own voice with clarity.May you embrace the mystery
of your presence,
the essence of who you are
which cannot be boxed or labelled.
Here is where your identity resides.
And may you be satisfied
as you pick up the mantle
of your unique role
in the ongoing creation of the world,
because only you can do this.Go well – for it’s time to cross this threshold.
The poem is also found in the closing chapter of my book Quiet Disruptors: Creating Change Without Shouting
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