We started our #5for5BrainDump late, due to fog... and during the process - I had to laugh as the garbage truck came and made noise and.... anything that might have blocked people's focus happened. Such great metaphors! As always, we may write live and with the replay (see the replay below if you would like to write "almost live" and you may write separately as I did here. Below, the prompt - and then, my words - yes written in 5 minutes.
I remember the dream I had…. I would say “Someday I am going to….”
And pffft it disappeared.
So now, I will say it like this…
Last weekend I set out three important goals, significant ones - built upon my daily choices and actions due to those choices.
Three “this is where I want to be, #Moreofthatplease” moments tucked into the moment in time when I stated them. When I spoke out and breathed them into being in front of an audience of loving admirers.
I think this is important.
I am speaking my dream in front of yaysayers, ones who share my vision and who can see me there sometimes better than I can.
To enjoy the digital nomad lifestyle, to adventure along the rails for a month this summer bringing my message to “the people” whomever lines up to hear it.
My message of the world is waiting for your words.
My messages in my books – Dear Autism Mom (You are never alone. There is hope, love and community) and Uber Poetry in Fly Over America (Restoring Hope, One Ride at a Time) will shift those I meet positively.
I can feel that. This is my dream.
My dream to be in movies realized – and to win awards, realized, to be a Mommy, realized…. To be significant…. Realized.
Add to these increases daily, moment-by-moment. I say my dream like this – the ultimate: to play a part in positive world transformation. Revolution by the People. Loving one another without the spewing hate or hurtful, destructive words.
To understand and come alongside, build and lift up.
This only took five minutes and I feel like everything has changed.
(Because it has)
There is something exciting about playing a game with friends, especially a really fun game where many of our favorite friends are playing along, too.
That’s one of the reasons I created the Word-Love Scavenger Hunt!
I know how fun it is to experience the miracle of word-love… and I know how fun it is to find unexpected blessings in random tucked away places and for that reason, I decided it would be fun to introduce this game via my live streams broadcasts.
Here’s how it works:
Join any of my broadcasts live or during the replay.
Does everyone really win something?
YES! You will receive up to 5 works of art if you submit 1 – 5 correct answers during the 10 day period. Anything more and you will get entries for the Grand Prize and naturally a lot of loving attention from me forever more.
I wrote twice about this prompt - so far. It was an achy prompt - and it hit me unexpectedly.
Strange when one's own prompt has this impact. I also wanted to look more closely at the first image I created without the words of the prompt in it, so I will post that one here, too. It spoke more deeply to me than the prompt with words.
Look into the face of this stop - no parking - support love - protest - small child looking stop sign and listen to what it says to you about being blocked and breaking free of block. Now. for my first five minutes:
My block is made up of colliding voices and misplaced words of fear and dislike and misunderstanding.
My block is made up of trying to get “it” right (whatever “it” was) and not believing I ever could.
My block is made up of people looking at me with what I translated as embarrassment, dislike, disapproval, meanness, judgment or…
I notice my flow leaves when I try to find a “perfect” word to describe what is a feeling, an emotion, a memory of receiving that glare and not knowing what to do with it so as a result, constructive movement stops.
No more slapping of the sneaker on the pavement. No more heels clacking on the linoleum. No more laughter and conversational banter or collaborative change making or day dreaming.
Sucked dry by glaring. Vacuumed up by embarrassment, wishing for invisibility. Suddenly realizing what I was doing was labeled wrong and since my self-esteem (like many) is astonishingly low, I stop progress for fear of continued retribution, not yet willing to engage my inherent strength.
And then….. (part two is below and now that it has been overthrown I am almost up to smiling.)
I wrote about block and got blocked.
It makes me wonder if going to one’s confessor makes one sin more: it just makes you feel bad and ugly and all that old garbage just floats up and damn, it feels bad.
I wrote about block and then did my Mom duties and felt bad about my Mom duties. Even my moments of tenderness and praising my son somehow made me feel like a less able mom when actually, having confidence in him is….
I remember when I went to girl scout camp and all my mother could do was talk about how brave I was for going to camp without any friends. I was excited to go on my own: lots of new people, a fresh start, and every time she praised me for it made me feel bad.
How could she not notice what I naturally enjoy?
I made that mean, “She doesn’t notice me,” which was actually an assertion I strove for so I wouldn’t get in trouble, but what I also made that mean was, “She doesn’t care about me,” which I could never verbalize would naturally tumble into “I am not loved.”
Recently I read somewhere that attention equals love. That’s what many think. If you love someone or something, you pay attention it that person or that object of your passion.
When you are in a family of six kids, one expects not to be noticed which is why I sought being noticed elsewhere.
The gift of being able to go to Girl Scouts camp alone translates into being comfortable traveling alone, being comfortable doing most everything alone (although I would enjoy having friends along most of the time.)
It turns into a block when I make it mean all sorts of extraneous stuff it doesn’t mean at all.
Then there is that other side of me:
When people glare, are mean or belittling, I put on that “These people don’t know who they are dealing with” sort of energy.
That “I’ll show you what I can do!” attitude that is one of my trademarks.
I used this when I was in coaches training quite a bit. It brought me gifts of physical prowess (shocking!) and other successes and until now, though, I think my trainer's voice echoed in my ear and in my blocks when he said, "You can't do that" to me when I said, "Except, I know I am." burst from me.
The “I’ll show you what I can do!” attitude is what fueled me to make calls to a local service agency today in attempts to unblock a broken piece of my story. This agency provided context for my most recent personal horror. I've been trying to reach out to them for some sort of fixing it or healing or at least entering into a conversation and their continued unwillingness to engage me in conversation is getting tire some.
It was attempting to work through this block that may have been what caused my resulting brief visit to the brick wall called the doldrums.
(All these words are an illustration of where the block may take you and the freedom of free flow writing which helped remind me of the multiple associations AND MOST IMPORTANTLY has helped me find and fuel the way out.
Standby, beloveds - for more resolution.
I am grateful for my stubborn nature. I am grateful for winding roads, dappled with shadows from leaf rich trees that remind me of home. I am grateful for people who do listen to take away the sting of those who ignore or who are so busy thinking of their next argument they just don't hear.
I am grateful, I am so grateful.
Word Love Scavenger Hunt is HERE!
Here’s the scoop in a sweet little gift box for you:
11/30/2017 0 Comments
I facilitate the writing. I hold space for the writing. There are times before I even have a chance to move my pencil that the impact of sitting with others while they write has an enormous impact.
Before we write, we breathe deeply in order to become more present to the prompt and to each other. The breath connects us. Today was like every other day except for my broken coffee maker and later the smell of vinegar.
The prompts were so simple – which is sometimes a key to the breakthroughs that come as a result.
Today I am choosing to… Today, I am shifting – or something like that. There was a choose and there was a shift, but given my own five minute timer I am worried less about getting it absolutely right than I am remembering into what happened while writing and remembering my own shift.
Today I am choosing to stay centered and fine with whatever happens. The coffee maker ceases to work so I am not caffeinated and that’s just what happens. I move along.
Today I am choosing to slowly and surely put pieces in order, pieces that have felt broken or missing and I will be aware of the steps I need to take not in a rigorous lock step way, but in a “oh, yes, here it is I’ll take care of it now” sort of way.
Today I am shifting out of my harried, do everything for everyone else space. So when I washed my car so carefully and mindfully it was as much or more about anyone else caring, even though I know it will make the car more pleasant for anyone else who rides along with me, that was neither the focus or the intention.
The focus and intention was my greatest good, my pleasure, my awareness.
That just feels slightly…. No not slightly, revolutionary and contrary.
The timer is going off.
But before I go – I read a great poem this morning I believe I found because of creating this shift with the others who participated in the #5for5BrainDump broadcasts this morning.
It is called “Gretel in Darkness.”
It was exactly what I needed to read, exactly what I needed to ponder and be open to today.
Today we wrote using a technique I first learned from Natalie Goldberg, author of Writing Down the Bones, The True Secret of Writing and more phenomenal books. We used two "couple" phrases to write from and when I did my own writing, was amazed at two different "findings" - read this brief writing to see what I discovered.
None of this has been edited from the original, it is all straight brain dump.
At the end of the writing you may see the original recording and write with us! YAY!
am receiving/I am not receiving.
I am giving/I am not giving.
I am receiving more time – yesterday I definitely did. It was fascinating when I opened the door through repeatedly focusing on “receive, receive, receive” my nemesis – TIME – suddenly calmed down. I actually found more time to get more things done more effectively. I am receiving more time.
I am not receiving pain. I am not receiving pain unless it is fruitful for me to receive the message and take action. Pain is my friend when I receive it constructively.
I am giving love and hope on my broadcasts for #5for5BrainDump this week. Have you ever felt you are onto something bigger and better and yet so familiar from the past it is like returning home, to the home you didn’t know you had? That’s how I’m feeling right now. Traces of heaven – I realize, I’m receiving because I’m giving myself the gift of broadcasting on a subject I’ve covered in the past successfully via teleclasses and as of before had not done so in livestream. I am giving.
I am not giving myself over to lack. I am not getting trapped in the lack labyrinth.
I am receiving unexpected and yes, very welcome, praise.
I am not receiving harsh critique.
I am giving kudos to myself and giving “thank you’s” when I’m praised.
I am not giving in to my fear, niggling fear like may come in tidbits this morning at Samuel’s IEP. I am remembering the Catherine Ponder quote we used today: “Whatever your problem, it is but a test in love. If you meet that test through love, your problem will be solved. If you do not meet that test through love, your problem will continue until you do! Your problem is your initiation in love.”
I am receiving the realization five minutes may be a long time to write when it is this rich, this abundant, this full of goodness even at what might sometime may be seen as “negative.”
I am not receiving that sort of label – it isn’t positive. It isn’t negative. It is what it is…. And that… is.
I am giving peace, love and joy as the five minute concludes.
I am grateful for timers. I am grateful Catherine Ponder wrote and shared and wrote more. I am grateful for YOU, reading this and those who participated on today’s and yesterday’s broadcasts.
I am grateful. I am receiving. I am giving. I am whole.
I was having a tough time getting started with my article about ending writer’s block until I recognized the efficiency and power of the brain in stopping me from reaching my goal to write.
“But I want to find a supportive quote,” my logical mind told me. “Wait – what are the facts behind babies and crawling and intellectual development?”
I think it was at link #3 that I finally remembered I was supposed to be doing a 5 minute brain dump instead of wandering alongside the course I meant to be on all along.
This is how writer’s block works:
It makes us think we aren’t enough as writers, and if we just got the proper back up and if we just had the right proofreader and wait wait wait – if we know how to do that one thing left for us to learn our writing will come out so much better and we will have more readers than could fit in one of the largest auditoriums in New York City and… no.
The easiest way through writer’s block was to set the timer and start writing whatever popped up.
I may go back later and edit the words which may be mediocre at best or perhaps have within the words something valuable and new, not thought of until my fingers took a moment to press on the keys of the keyboard.
There are a few things about writing I need to remember when I am stuck by “needing something that is missing”.
11/24/2017 0 Comments
Writing is an act of abundance. You move your fingers on the keyboard, you allow your pencil to move across the page, the world becomes a better place.
Naturally this is even more true when we come from a place of consciousness, a space of awareness that each time we open to the messages we are meant to be speaking more widely, more largely, more openly, our energy is shifted higher and higher and we discover – so much.
When I write, my head clears. The weightiness of responsibility that says “dammit you have a deadline” becomes, “You know what? You’ve got this!” The ugliness of “I can’t believe I forgot again,” becomes, “I created this. I had this new thought. I remembered…. And because of that, I am stronger.
Sometimes writing takes us down a dark road and fear is turned on. We stop believing writing is abundance because we briefly forget the dark woods are just a stop on our walk down life’s path. I know, that sounds trite and cliché because sometimes trite and cliché are given those titles because they are so ever present.
One more thing, perhaps the most important: writing is an act of abundance because when I write my observations, feelings, desires and all that is so for me in that present moment, I allow more growth, more joy, more abundance in the next moments to join me.
Today we continue with writing inspired by the Diane Ackerman Poem "Praise for My Destroyer"...
I offer myself as a messenger of wonder –
How do I do this?
I open my mouth.
I open my mouth and I speak what is in front of me.
I open my mouth and I speak the details of what is in front of me – the lines, the light, the way the lines and light reach back to me and fill my hand with energy that ignites my muse and makes my fingers push the keys that become these words and further the process in an infinite loop de loop when someone else lifts her or his or their chin and sees… oh, the plug.. oh the chord into the plug that makes the light turn on. The switch. I hear the click, I see the light turn on and suddenly I notice…
And the a-ha’s flow because people say “I never saw it like that, I never thought of it like that, I never… until now and suddenly the plug becomes an object of wonder and curiosity and we appreciate those who created the plug and the lamp and our heartbeat joins their heartbeat and the collective heartbeat and….
In what ways am I currently a messenger of wonder?
Here. Now. This. You. Look. Listen. Translate. Taste. Touch. Cry when you feel it, laugh when you feel it. Feel free and stand with it, allow yourself to hold onto that fearful moment with the same gentle tenderness as you hold onto a first kiss or a first bite of the most incredible taste ever (pesto, dark chocolate, pear brandy come to mind) and then….. recognize the divinity of that moment and….
How would I like to further my message of wonder in the world?
Increase the people I interact with and who appreciate what I am up to… invite them in. Cherish their them-ness. Reflect this beauty of humanity so the static will be silence and the pure breath and tone and light and harmony and dissonance and choking and relaxing back into presence flows….
Right now, as a message of wonder in my world I choose to….continue.
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Julie Jordan Scott
is the founder and creator of 5For5BrainDump. She has been inspiring artistic rebirth since 1999.