This story started with a story. It might sound unusual but many good stories appear to be that way. Creative artists have often said they sense something come through them to create. It has been referred to as being in ‘flow’, or some have even compared it to a feeling of a visitor that arrives fast and unpronounced, demanding immediate action of ink to paper to capture it before it’s gone. What if creativity is conscious and, like a trusted friend or mentor, it gives us energy, gently imprinting us with ideas and the necessary inspiration to act upon them. The ‘ideas’ are all around and accessible to all, like the air we breathe, and whoever welcomes it in will express it in their own unique way.
I’ve had the honour and privilege of such an experience on many occasions, but it was a particular evening in 2005 that changed my life. The words flowed out with simplicity, and energy. I was not ‘thinking’ or ‘doing ‘ anything but allowing it to express. I was energized and worked all night without feeling tired.
Little Star has a Big Dream. The idea: a children’s book that would inspire imagination, ignite intuitive passion and expression of creativity. It was a story about possibilities, if we have the courage to believe in them.
But the story was never published or even shared with anyone other than a few close friends. It wasn’t so much the story itself, but what the story inspired.
Months later I still worked, fuelled by inspiration, to make connections in the community. The idea: to help youth discover their passion or source for creative expression, trust their intuition, and be empowered to contribute to others while doing what they loved. I told person after person what I was trying to do, asking if they wanted to be involved or if they knew who else I could talk to that could help.
Months passed; the idea evolved, as everything does. The project name changed from ‘joining generations’ and became ‘fusion symposiums’. From being a community project, it became a community event. I had never been a part of coordinating an event like this and despite fear or nervousness, we kept going forward.
A date was set. Creative artists and community leaders were invited. Youth groups were going to arrive on busses. My uncle was going to come in from Vancouver to talk to the youth about creative contribution and Quantum Ideas. It was all so positive. There were times I noticed that it was hard for me to imagine the end result and things did not seem to flow but I wanted to stay focused on the positive. After much planning and investing money, time, heart and soul into the preparation, the event date arrived. And it was a crushing disappointment. The result was not what I had wanted and it didn’t meet my expectations. If there was a rock, I wanted to hide under it. That was my perception at the time.
Three years later I was re-telling the story about what had happened at that event. The conversation was about insight and stories, and my uncle was talking specifically about how stories create possibilities. I recalled how I wanted Fusion to inspire young people to pursue their passion, contribute to others and prosper from doing so. I then felt the memory of the disappointment and realized how much I didn’t like telling that story.
Then my uncle asked, “So did Fusion have the result you wanted?” It was a simple question but it had a powerful and unexpected result. I was speechless, then I laughed as the insight sparked within me. Yes, it did have the result I wanted – not in the way I envisioned, but it did in other ways! One of the entrepreneurs got his company up and running because of it. Others grew their new businesses from the networking and connections that were made. Youth were inspired.
Not only that, suddenly I felt the story create a new possibility. It felt like I could tell it without the feeling of disappointment attached to it. It occurred that the story had created new possibilities for others as well. For all those months, talking to all those people and telling the story of what I was up to, the more I heard people come back with stories about how they had pursued a passion again or even made a major life change, like switching jobs to go into a field they were always interested in.
When re-telling the stories of these people who were following their dreams, something seemed to ignite imagination in others as they became excited to pursue their own passions. What has happened to them now, I don’t know – anything is possible.
So although this story started with a story, it’s not that unusual at all because stories create stories.
Stories create Possibilities.
Stories excite Potential.
Pursuing possibilities excites Confidence, not only in your potential but also in the Idea.
Pursuing passion excites creative contribution
Creative contribution excites Imagination and greater Possibilities.
Clarity of Imagination is Creative Power that contributes to Flow. The more clarity we have, the better things flow.
Remembering back to that inability to visualize the outcome, sometimes when something is not ‘flowing’ it’s not blatant, but a subtle feeling of tension or forcing something. I am learning to ‘let go’ when I identify this sensation. There is no point in forcing something when there is more power in the ability to ‘do’ nothing except hold a clear image with enthusiasm and gratitude and let it unfold however it will.
Sometimes, there’s just no way to hold back the river’
Being resistant to growth because we are fearful of change doesn’t stop change – or growth – from unfolding. Whether we realize it or not, we contribute to conscious creation. The creative energy is a part of all of us and it flows through us all. If we choose, we can be open to it and all the possibilities for joy, freedom, peace and unconditional love. This is how it contributes to us and how we contribute to each other. We end up being changed by it, growing from it, and our stories continue to evolve.
Hearing the stories and seeing what my uncle and others had accomplished throughout their lives gave fuel to my imagination.
Seeing potential outcomes beyond what I had believed to be possible created hope or despair – depending on my point of view. Point of View changes the experience of life.
If I was resistant to change I felt sadness for what I perceived to lack in possibility; if I was open to create, I felt inspired by how I perceived life to expand in possibility.
Emily Dickinson, “I dwell in possibility” (#657)
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–
Of Visitors–the fairest–
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—