Embrace Your Gifts
Tonight is a little bit different and this wasn’t a post that I had planned on writing, but you sometimes just have to embrace your instincts. This would be one of those evenings. So the question came up tonight in a casual conversation, if I was a Creative. It stopped me in my tracks because I wasn’t sure if I truly knew the answer to that question.
Personally I can be conservative, and I work in an industry that is considered pretty structured. Not my idea of a Creative, yet this is comfortable to me and I thrive in this environment; however, there is also another side of me. The side of me that embraces music, writing, art, gardening, and photography. It’s easy for me to envision things, but does this make me a true Creative?
When I think of a Creative, I think of a free-spirited person that isn’t afraid to put themselves or their gifts out there. (That would “not” be me since I still have to close my eyes to hit the publish button on my blog posts) There is many forms of Creatives, there are artists, musicians, dancers, sculptors, and writers to name a few. There are also extraordinary “thought leaders” in business that I would consider a Creative.
Perhaps you are a Creative and you could have answered a resounding “yes I am” when asked that question. For me, it left me asking myself what are my gifts? What do I have that makes me unique and gives back to this world something meaningful in a creative way. Maybe I am too structured to be a Creative?
Those thoughts sat with me awhile as I was trying to write for a challenge tonight. The following poem developed and I hope that if you’re reading this, that it’s for you. And in case you’re wondering about my challenge, strike that up as a “Day 1 Fail” since my poem is not on-topic. That’s okay though, we have permission to change our minds about the direction we want to go in our life.
I can see around me without looking with my eyes.
The senses embrace me and always catch me by surprise.
Words form and escape me and take breath of its own.
Giving life or direction that always hits home.
Never willing, never able to call it by name.
Always evasive and hidden in the shadows of their wings.
They don’t see it, but feel it when it takes them to their knees.
Sometimes leaping, sometimes lunging, always landing with ease.
It’s a gift they say, an intuitive trait.
When you touch their heart in an invisible place.
Those that know will ask for a word of Grace.
To be given that moment where they feel Embraced.
A melody rises up in their hearts.
When you take form and come into their life.
Very little I know but that you come and you go.
Your name I still do not know.
`•.¸.•´ Until Next Time,
¸.•´¸.•¨) ¸.•) Sherri
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