“The only limits are, as always, those of vision.” James Broughton
In 2007 I lost my spiritual mother, Ethel to cancer. Ethel had shown me unconditional love and support for my visions born of a spiritual awakening within me during the early 1990s. Her death left me devastated and when an email advertising a Creativity Workshop in Florence Italy arrived in my inbox, I registered and booked a flight. I was in a crisis of despair and I needed direction in my life. I was just finishing my humanities degree at Saint Louis University and it was the perfect capstone course to my studies.
I was in Florence Italy for ten days in the middle of July. It was hot and humid with temperatures in the 100s but I learned to navigate the streets walking by myself - drinking water, exploring the shops, museums, and restaurants. I especially loved the gelato shops with their cold coffee gelato. I purchased art supplies and a hand painted ceramic cat and water pitcher as my mementos and inspiration. Unlike my business background, most of the participants in the workshop were teachers or artists. Together we participated in creative exercises including drawing doors and windows we found in the city, performing interactive communication, writing plays and poems, drawing childhood memories and a legend of our hand. During the workshop one participant remarked that I was pushing everyone to “go higher” in our thoughts. One artist smiled at me at the end of the workshop. She had been sitting silently beside me drawing stars. She then told me I would be a great artist one day. She pointed to her eye and said there are stars in our eyes and she then transformed the stars she had been drawing throughout the workshop into eyes.
When I returned from Florence, I immediately put together a memory album and titled it the City of Vision filling it with my art, writing, and photographs. While most of the participants were renewed and energized from the workshop, I was exhausted from processing messages at higher levels (abstract and symbolic). I didn't want to return to my job as Audit Director at Saint Louis University. I visited the Career Counseling Center at the University to discuss my options. The counselor, listening to my story asked if I had seen a door opening and I said no. She smiled and said that maybe my job at Saint Louis University was not complete. I stayed another seven years and I did grow and mature in my skills of auditing and communication including creating a vision board for the Jesuit’s titled Sharpened Sword. I lost my job in February 2014 when the department was outsourced to save money and it was a welcome relief after fourteen and half years working as the Audit Director. I have a natural organizational and process ability, but my real gifts and my love is in the humanities.
After my job was outsourced, my friend Lisa from my department suggested I go to a Catholic women's retreat to help provide direction. I went, and at the end of the retreat, one of the participants told me I was a Christian voice for the 21st Century and that I needed to write. So I went home and began this blog SacredSouls. My blog was also inspired by a friend who asked me the year before to plan a garden. My friend and I used to talk a lot about my ideas from my spiritual awakening in the early 2000s and what we were going to do together, but I don't remember what I said to him. When I started SacredSouls I instinctively knew our garden was about God, higher consciousness, and communication. I had dreams of communicating at higher levels based upon symbols and metaphors that offered deep thoughts that were more profound at an intuitive level, than those offered in a verbal or written sentence. In my City of Vision album I had written in the legend of my hand thoughts of God, love, family, metaphors, symbols, endless views and possibilities. I also included the lyrics to "When You Wish Upon a Star" and had drawn the Star of Bethlehem. This July, that song sung by Idina Menzel randomly came on my iPhone music library while I was driving. It played after I asked God for a vision during a metaphysical battle I had been fighting. My entire consciousness was filled with the joy and knowing of Christmas expressed in the legend of my hand.
As in 2007, I am now at another critical point in my life facing a closed door. In my heart I wanted a partner who could see my City of Vision, garden, and celebrate love and family in a Christmas house, but that door has not opened. I will be 59 in October and it has been six years since my friend asked me to plan a garden. I am praying to God that a door will now open that gives me new purpose and direction.
Eyes See (My Creativity Workshop Poem)
An empty canvas
What would he see?
She approached him.
She sat.
What would he see?
He drew
Then pointed.
He said, eyes see.
I looked.
Eyes of blue
I see.
- E.A. Wakefield
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