August 25

Permission and Space



The Artist and the Bohemian in me know it’s okay for me to do things (like play the guitar) that inspire my creativity, enliven my mind and heart, that are fun and that bring joy and gratification.  But my “Accountant” and “Foreman” fiercely proclaim that if I don’t first tend to my responsibilities I’ll expire from hunger or laziness within weeks and I can kiss that whole “enjoyment” thing goodbye anyway.  Ahh, to have the permission and space for a little peaceful coexistence…

Fortunately, in recent years I’ve been nurturing my awareness to allow these often conflicting internal parts to coexist more peacefully (in the same room/skull/body) so that each of them can get some decent face time and not have to whine so much for attention.  I’m loving the peace-making effect is has in me, and I’m also loving spending some good guilt-free time with the guitar!

What if you spent more time for your dreams and passions too?!?


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  • I love listening to you play the guitar. I’m waking up to the fact that I have an abandoned dream. Indeed, despite all the creativity that flows in my life, there is a channel that I continue to neglect. I have always dreamed of playing the guitar and writing my own songs. In 2000 I purchased a classical guitar and took a few lessons. When physical illness entered my life, I determined that there was no comfortable way for me to play guitar. (Sure does sound like a limiting belief to me now!) My guitar still sits in my closet. Something inside just can’t give it away. Something inside knows it is still a dream that wants my attention….


    • The guitar has a special place in my heart, too. Warm, friendly, and portable, it’s like a wooden friend-maker! Hmmm, I wonder when the time will be right to pick up that dream… :hmm:


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