I spent some time creating a relatively short video featuring some of my original acrylic art paintings from the ever growing ‘Ethereal Collection’. It was so much fun to pair music with my art to create a relaxing almost 9 minute video. I hope you’ll have a watch and enjoy. This is the link , if you haven’t already subscribed I’d love it if you would, and of course hit the notification bell so you get emails whenever a new video is uploaded. If you like the video and hit that like button, well that’s a super bonus action in my book! I’m so grateful for all of the encouragement and support as I challenge myself on this new adventure!
Have you found a new adventure to challenge yourself lately? Life is like a mountain of tiny hills one on top of the other for us to climb, learn and climb again.
Today I was thinking about the seeds I planted this spring; late in the spring. They are sweet peas and I so love them, I’ve always loved sweet peas. The problem this year was that I could not find any sweet pea seeds in the stores. They always need to be grown from seed. They thrive with very little care; some watering at the right time, sunshine and something solid to lean on. I’ve been planting sweet peas for a long time and always had the sweet smell of success all summer long and well into the fall. You could say those seeds are a trusted dream, something I could count on.
This year was different. Life has changed, I’m not the same person who planted those seeds years ago. I’ve grown so much and the dreams I planted and held in secret didn’t always bloom. Like my dreams of yesteryear, I tried to plant several packages of old seeds; seeds that I hadn’t planted in soil or watered years ago. Since I couldn’t find any new seeds, I planted the old.
It’s now July and those seeds really ought to be growing strong by now, but they are not. As often happens with my intuition, I started to notice a similarity between the sweet peas and my dreams of old. For years I’d been trying to plant old dreams in new soil. Finally I realized, I can’t plant old dreams in new soil. The dreams I did not nurture are lost and they are not going to bloom now, nor would I really want them to because they won’t fit the new me.
Sometimes we have to let those old dreams go. Instead of investing time and effort into planting old seeds in new soil, I really needed to find new seeds. Now I realize that the dreams I had buried too deep could never see the light of day, never were nurtured and never could come to fruition in the environment they were planted. Those dreams had nothing to lean on to grow and thrive.
Today I am a different person, I’ve grown and the space for my dreams has grown too. Old dreams suited the old me. Now I can create new dreams, new goals and new systems that will support my new vision. I am the new rich and nourished soil for my new dreams to grow. I am the environment for my dreams, not other people’s dreams for me, but my dreams. I own the dream and the dreamer. That is freedom.
I am the nurturer and the one those dreams will lean on as they develop. There are so many bits and pieces of broken dreams, that like a good compost, will nourish the new. Even if my sweet peas do eventually break out of the ground, they will not be like they were years ago because they didn’t have a good start. So like those sweet peas, my dreams need a new start and only I can provide that space and time.
My art is a dream that I didn’t know I had, not an old dream but a new dream that just imagined itself out of all of the parts I had provided within. All of the healing work I did over the last 20 years has provided nourishment, fertilizer and my healing tears watered the dreams into reality. The dreams I had 20 or 40 years ago suited the person I was then, not the person I am today.
I’m looking forward to all the new seasons of growth and cycles of rest, contemplation, observation, growth, and manifesting, as they evolve in my experience. Nature teaches me and I am a willing student. Are you inspired by nature? Are you listening to the messages however subtle they may be? Do you have dreams that you are trying to fit into an old version of yourself, or dreams that really were never yours to begin with? I think it’s worthwhile to explore our dreams.
