| Hello Friends! What’s new in your world? I hope you’re experiencing the freshness of fall with a big dose of inspiration. Currently, I’m in a big wave of letting things GO! I have been riding this delicious wave of ease with a driving desire to purge the heck out of my life. It’s so interesting to me how you live amongst ‘stuff’ but never use it or notice it. Then one day, BAMM, it hits. I’ve removed shrubbery, clothes, the research documents for my graduate thesis (how did I let that sit in a box for so long?), loads of photos. So many photos of places with no people and duplicates and photos that don’t have any special meaning. Gone! Except…. this photo. This is a very special remembrance of when I was introduced to Intuitive Painting. I don’t even remember taking this photo! |
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| I don’t know if you can tell but this is the garage of the house I was living in when I first bumped into Intuitive Painting. I had wanted to explore something creative following the sale of my last business but hadn’t found the courage to walk into a class. I found a flier advertising a painting class where there were no comments or critiques. This intrigued me AND I didn’t believe you could have an art class without comments or critiques. I knew I had no painting skills, and I also knew I didn’t need to be reminded of my lack of skills by having my work compared to the others in a class. Long story drastically shortened… I convince the Intuitive Painting facilitator to offer me a private class. It took her a while to consider offering it privately because it just wasn’t taught privately. Luckily, she did! In hindsight, I knew I was not willing to fail in front of a group. During the 3-hour lesson she made a casual comment to me that “there are no mistakes in creativity.” Well, that comment irritated the dickens out of me and thoroughly ticked me off. It disturbed something very deep inside me. It felt blasphemous. The weekend following the private Intuitive Painting lesson I was still stirred up. Fuming mad! So disturbed that I walked into my garage and saw some paint and foam brushes sitting on a shelf. My inner dialogue was ranting and raving, “if there’s no mistakes”, then I’m opening that gallon of paint and going for it. I shook the paint, grabbed those foam brushes, and started painting. I painted for 2 days only stopping for a few hours sleep. All the while daring the ‘powers that be’ that they were wrong. Well, with all my temper tantrums, rebelling, and daring, I lost the argument! I still shake my head reflecting on how strongly my conditioned mind could not accept this TRUTH. By letting myself paint freely without a plan on my garage walls I discovered for myself that there are no mistakes in creativity. As TRUTH echoed through me, I discovered the reason for my mind’s stubborn argument. If there are no mistakes in creativity and I am a product of the highest intelligence of creativity, then I must not be a mistake. Up to that moment, my mind had convinced me that I was a mistake that couldn’t be fixed. My mind was so clever and quiet with its campaign that I didn’t realize how I lived under this lie. Well, painting on those garage walls was over 20 years ago. In those 20 years the Intuitive Painting process has awakened me to so many untruths AND it continues to do so. I’m very grateful for finding this photo which captures a pivotal moment in my life. I’m also grateful for the intelligence that offers up inspiration to let the old GO to allow the NEW in! Are you feeling any new inspirations? I’d love to hear about them. Let’s connect! Sending smiles,Cherie |