There’s no question about it, we live in difficult times. Actually, it’s down right frightening. Yesterday morning I woke from a repeating nightmare to find that the nightmare had come true. I felt waves of anxiety and adrenaline rush through me. I could barely cook my oatmeal, my hands were shaking and sweaty, and I don’t even remember getting dressed but thankfully I didn’t go into work still in my pajamas. But there was also a fire in my heart, a calling I now know I have to follow. The message was how vitally important the creative arts are to this broken and fragmented world. That as artists and creators we are the messengers and the torch carriers, the ones who can help bring beauty and joy into a troubled world.
The news can usually make me want to slip away to the peaceful isolation of my studio, where my imagination can break free from the limitations of reality. I can sort of “check out” from the pain of the world. But I never retreat to this space to forget my troubles, I go there to be fully present with them. Without the sensationalism of the media, I can process these difficult events with compassion and empathy. With yarn in hand and hope and prayer in my heart, I put my intention into creating something of beauty from the pain. I sort of Rumplestiltskin things; I try to spin straw (or in this case, s**t) into gold. Handmade wooden bobbins full of yarn clink against each other as each awaits its turn to be woven into a tapestry. Colorful yarns intermingle and coexist harmoniously in this artwork that is part cloth, part image. Needle and thread bring the pieces together. My art is my tool for processing and healing, a metaphor for life, and my gift to others.
The world is full of writers, poets, musicians, actors, healers, painters, weavers, crocheters, jewelers, peacemakers, dancers, mothers, fathers, grandparents, bakers, gardeners, bloggers, dreamers, believers, needle-felted cat portrait artists, and so on. I don’t believe there is a limit to the different kinds of creators and what they can create. And the healing power comes from the heart of the one who is bringing that creation to life. What we focus on grows. If we lean into fear, we find more to be afraid of. And if we lean into love, we find there is more love than we ever knew before.
When we do the things that bring us joy, when we work to create happiness in our lives, we are leaning into love. We are leaning into the things that makes us come alive. We are living with integrity and refusing to stay small and fearful. You can create hate, or you can create love. Today, and everyday, I choose to create love. I refuse to become cynical or to lose hope. Instead I will stay with my creative spirit and make as many things of beauty as I can, whether it’s a big tapestry weaving, or a pair of knitted gloves for a friend.
The very intention of such seemingly simple creations is what holds the greatest gifts: generosity, thoughtfulness, and kindness.
Whether you’re a parent who’s mission is to raise compassionate children, or a baker who loves to see people find pleasure in a humble loaf of bread, or a painter who seeks out the beauty in the natural world, create from the heart. Create to heal yourself and to bring healing to others. We may not be able to bring immediate and radical change to such a chaotic and fragmented world, but I truly believe we can start with what we create. Let’s stand together and lean into love. Let’s reach out across the divides and pass the torchlight from one troubled soul to another, and watch how love begins to grow.