The Ideas

Visionary

“The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.” ~ Helen Keller

This quote struck me in the face with the word ‘vision’. How can we live in such a creative world and sometimes just lack the need to connect to the creativity of it? I see myself as sometimes being blinded by the technology where we cannot live life or function in this world without all the gadgets we surround ourselves with. Some of those gadgets are the creative tools and I am not downplaying those needs. We have grown so dependent on them though. The part I talk of is the brain’s primary role of creativity. To which we have given up control and forget to just daydream. That is the link I speak of. Sometimes we need to be present in the moment and give ourselves over to the energy and thoughts of creativity.

I have been blinded myself, having lost sight of the joy of being creative or a visionary. Writing, daydreaming, painting, drawing, and I have pursued some as temporary curiosities. One should see, to dare, to put oneself into the future energy. And that is a quest worthy of pulling back into my life. Pluck it from the ether, give it relevance, breath life into it, and do not waste another minute of it circling without purpose.

Covid-19 has put us into fear-mode. We are survivors, each and everyone of us on this planet. We are global and we have tapped into the creative sides of ourselves this past year. Yes, we are survivors and this will continue for longer than many of us would like. So I choose, to add a slice of ‘vision’ to my space. I will re-introduce myself to it like an old friend and see what ‘fires’ we can birth. I choose, to be able to be creative. I choose, to be able to give what gifts I have a life. I choose, to be in the here and now. I choose, to wake up and remove the blinders of my existence. I choose, not to be blind anymore.

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Once you lift the veil from your eyes you cannot unsee what is before you.  Be a ‘visionary’, bring that to life and give it a voice.  Paint it, draw it, sing it, sculpt it, take it and mold it into the most beautiful creative vision of your soul. Let creative energy flow, reach through you and guide you to being a mortal creature with vision. Let the divine sparks grow brighter and may the fleeting bursts shine so bright that it propels you to seek that inner ‘visionary’.

Be well,

Nims

Short Stories, Short Works

Medicine Woman

I had heard many praises for a woman called Peggy Ravenwolf. How nice she was, how she never spoke a mean word about anyone. I had a preconceived idea of a woman in her late fifties but no details of how she looked or her demeanor. I wondered if I’d actually be meeting a true ‘Medicine Woman’ one day.

One day I was invited to a Medicine Wheel ceremony to welcome in the Summer Solstice. I was looking forward to going and experiencing something new. The ceremony would begin at 5pm and to expect a brief orientation before-hand to welcome anyone new and explain things to them. I arrived in plenty of time. The air was still humid from the full day’s sunshine. Lazy bees could be heard droning in the summer air and crickets were sporadically starting their evening sounds.

At the Medicine Wheel others already were gathered and talking softly to each other.  A few of my friends were already there. One of them waved me over and kindly introduced me to the hosts, a pleasant couple by name of Butch and Peggy.

I had heard much about Peggy and here she was flesh and blood in front of me. I guessed she was in her late fifties with long straight hair. It was pale brown and streaked with grey here and there and fell to just past her waist. Faint laughter lines were at her eyes and she was just a little shy of my height, at five foot and 4 inches. She was slim without being wiry and wore white long sleeved shirt tucked into her faded blue jeans. On her feet were worn Minnetonka moccasins.

“Hello! Thanks for inviting me to the ceremony.” I said to both Butch and Peggy. “I am looking forward to it.” Butch reached out his hand and shook mine, “Welcome, so glad you could come!” And turned to his left and motioned to the lady by his side. “This is my wife Peggy.”

Peggy stepped up and instead of shaking my hand, wrapped me in a quick hug. “Yes, welcome so glad you made it!” with a gentle smile and a little twinkle in her dark blue eyes. “I’ve heard so much about you. We can talk later, but first we need to give a little orientation about the Ceremony.”

She turned away to the wheel and gently waved her hands at everyone around to get their attention for the orientation. Soft spoken but firm words come without hesitation and with a fluid and easiness that comes with speaking to groups often. I did not have to strain to hear her voice and directions. Her smiles made here face glow in the evening light.  Each future encounter with Peggy was like a breath of fresh warm air no matter the season or temperature outside.

 

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