My little rodentia feet silently scurried across the scorching, pristine sand. The path before me, bathed in soft moonlight. My every move strategically planned, fearing certain death by an omnipresent owl or a wiley coyote. I seemed to be on a mission. Driven by urges more primal than thirst or hunger. I was in search of something. I seemed to be making my way to a pinnacle on the far horizon.
I finally made it, stopping to catch my breath, my tiny heart exploding from my chest. Thankful to have survived such a harrowing journey. Proud of my accomplishment. I had made it to the top! Time to rest and take in this breathtaking panorama. And as I sat pondering my next move, I quickly glanced behind, taking note of how far I had come. Much to my surprise, someone had laid a path of technicolor swirls all along the desert floor! And that’s when it hit me…my tail dripping in paint…I had unknowingly created this masterpiece with my own tail! My tail was a paintbrush!
I quickly awoke. The dream was over. I grappled to find my pen and journal, frantically hoping to capture my thoughts before they dissipated back into my psyche. And as I sat journaling this sweet little dream, I started to wonder…What did it mean? How could I have lived my entire life not knowing my tail was a paintbrush? I thought I was so self-aware! How could I have been so dismissive of my own creative potential?
Now that I am a retired desert rat, no longer scurrying from place to place, I’ve had time to reflect. No longer an active participant in the rat race of life, I’ve begun to embrace my creative tail. My little nose was always so busy sniffing out success, evading failure…just doing what it needed to do that I must have forgotten I had a tail! A tail that wants me to find joy. To find what makes me happy. And what really makes me happy is to create.
Creating is the secret sauce that keeps my juices flowing. It promotes balance. Whether it’s writing, photography, cooking, painting, making music, dancing, storytelling, exploring, or giving of our time…it’s essential to find what brings us personal joy. Our chi.
So my hope for us all in these coming years, is that we can all allow some room in our lives to manifest creating. Visualize what you think might bring you joy and try it. And for those of you who believe you don’t have a creative bone in your body, I would challenge you to listen to your inner child. For he or she may have a “tall tale” to “tail”. Believe it!
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