Treasures in the Attic
Have you ever experienced a time where you heard something, then saw something that was connected to that thing you heard and then had an idea as a result of what you saw and heard? Creativity is a very cool thing. I love it when that happens!
The other day I was talking about all the ideas I have collecting dust in the attic of my mind. Later, while looking for something, I remembered that I had a folder with several unfinished stories sitting in a box somewhere. The next day I sat on the beach by the ocean and contemplated all the things I wanted to create but had not yet done so. I felt this compelling push to get started. And out came this…a poem of sorts. I hope it inspires you to clean out the creative cobwebs in your mind.
Treasures in My Attic
It's time to clean out my attic.
Something I’d normally dread.
Musty dusty and decision fatigue…
What do I keep, what do I share and what to throw away?
It's no wonder most people procrastinate this duty behind their graves,
leaving it for others to clean up.
But this attic is different.
It is filled with treasures that have been hidden away for a particular season whilst they appreciated - or rather until I appreciated them.
You could say this attic is in my mind, though some of the treasures have made their way onto the crumpled pages, old journals and dusty sketchbooks.
The stories I wrote for my children and grandchildren, the poems I played with and the doodles I drew, are all hidden away in folders inside boxes, just waiting to be refined and shared.
And then there are the imaginings in my mind that I have collected over time. The songs, the mysteries and memoirs and the beautiful works of art that I dream of painting.
They all sit still patiently waiting for me to acknowledge their existence, their value, and their life. For each poem, each story, idea and drawing holds a secret - a message for me and for you.
A simple truth, easy to miss if we aren't paying attention.
They whisper to me as I create, allowing them to flow freely from my heart to my mind, through my fingertips and onto the page.
And I hear them say, “Set me free! Let me live out there in the wild world where hearts need to feel deeply, eyes need to see beauty and ears need to hear wisdom. Allow me to connect you to your people, to bond you in spirit, mind and soul. Set me free and together we will heal.”
I believe the season has come, for it is now here, a time of treasure hunting and discovery, a time of releasing creativity and sharing our treasures.
What’s hiding away in your attic? I’d love to hear about it. I promise to keep your secrets, and also, I may give you a little nudge <3
