Once a friend of mine who I had joined in living so that she could find her own magnificence said to me: "I was always my best with you---I just couldn't hold onto being it." I look at that comment often when I feel like my magnificent has shrunk or fallen into a box and move back into it's light in Crystal's honor and my own.
On my way to figuring out what my gift is, how my creativity surfaces, I, for many years have seen myself as not creative. Among people who draw and paint, I can only appreciate color, line, and subject. Among people who make music, who sing and play, I can only listen with awe and appreciation. Among those who write words of all kinds, I can only pass them on.
When Malcolm Gladwell examined Paul Revere's role in the American Revolution, I began to remove the word "only" from my descriptions of myself and replaced it with the concept of connection and integration. I connect people to people, people to art, music, theory, practice, wonders of ourselves and the world. My art is sharing myself and the world with others, connecting those around me to themselves and their possibilities and souls, and I use words to paint pictures, I speak words to connect people with their deepest selves, I sing praise to all who can hear. How do I come alive? I show up, light up, and reflect the best of others onto themselves. My art is showing up as myself so that others can discover how to be the best of themselves alongside me. At 75, even though I have always "BEEN", I now can see how I have traveled my life and I am satisfied.