“Creativity is harnessing universality and making it flow through your eyes” - Peter Koestenbaum Creating Stories for Self-Healing, Empowerment, Entertainment |
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1. symbolic work: a work in which the characters and events are to be understood as representing other things and symbolically expressing a deeper, often spiritual, moral, or political meaning
2. symbolic expression of meaning or representation in story: the symbolic expression of a deeper meaning through a story or scene acted out by human, animal, or mythical characters
3. genre: allegories considered as a literary or artistic genre |
Creativity is a powerful medium of not only self-expression, but self validation and self healing
The creative process is in fact a process. It is a process that to engage in it, requires reaching in to express out It is self-connecting, bringing together sensory, emotional, and intellectual processes in alignment with the physical in order to express. This, as opposed to distancing in the mind-body-spirit self.
There is a tri-ality (my word) processing that goes on, inside for a person to create.
It is first a connection to and integration of where the person is, in totality, up to the moment of time, even though the subject of the creative process may only be an sliver of aspect of the person's focus. That is because who we are at any given moment is a totality of all our past, our current, our perceptions, thoughts, history, filters, even wounds and baggage, and successes. You cannot separate that as much as we sometime try. Thus to express even an aspect is an integration of all of that totality of that given moment.
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Workshop: Creating Stories to Empower, Heal and Entertain
Workshop Purpose:
This will be an interactive workshop that uses a creative, process to experientially educate participants in the amazing art of creating and sharing stories to empower, heal and entertain
Objectives: *Participants will experience a story and its messages *Participants will learn simple tasks in building a story *Participants will learn about metaphor building *Participants will create simple stories *Participants will learn and experience how creating ' stories heals, empowers and validates and is tool that manifests this as the unfolds *Participants will share stories from experience, lives *Participants will have fun while learnin
Outline:
Progressive Relaxation and The Story of Sealskin, Soulskin, What Sealskin, Soulskin teaches us Free Association, Story Ideas Elements of Story / The magic of Metaphors Round Robin on story creation, free association Writing from and Empowered free-flow How stories empower, heals Story-telling participation -
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A selection of Mary Ellen's
The excitement of harmonic surrender
The
way universe circles and spirals... the water, free and wild, but yet
formed and also released by the boundaries of the wild land, grasses
and flowers, trees... ... harmonic surrender to allow the free
unbridled space and place of.... into harmonic synergy.... which then
flows and grows and then those feed into...... and everything goes
outward, and inward, .... but connected in wholeness, in a beauty way,
light.....and touches that which..... Which in turn connects into...
and eventually comes back around and touches, again, and
feeds the water, free and wild.... the grasses and flowers....
harmonic oneness...... harmonic mutuality and expansion...
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In the warm stillness, by the creek... - A short allegorical story
Down the dirt worn path and over the hills to the north lies a small flowing creek which winds it's way down the gulley of the valley; at times gathering at some widened lull in the land where it rests for while before continuing its journey along the hillsides. In the still of the day, you can hear it's song, gently bubbling as it moves merrily along, carrying remnants of times, ages, seasons and places far away in distance but leads to this path and always drawn forward.
It is along this creek, by the old worn dirt path near where the
meadow meets the trees that a stately old rock sits, nesting in the
soft grasses
that give it place. A favorite resting spot to sit on for the many
travelers and explorer's that come this way, and in between weary
explorer's, the rock and trees and grass and creek and sun all sit and
enjoy the sun warming, the rains cleansing, the night shading...
talking and sharing... and just being in enjoyment with each
other.....
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All excited as the cold of winter has finally receded and the newness
of life again springs forth and yeah! The warmer days means the kids
and people come out to play again... and share.... And the rock say,
yes, I am strong and meant to have many stand upon me, or lay upon me
as they look up, so I may energize them... And the blades of grass,
whispering to themselves, wondering what wonderful new adventures and
people will come their way and put their feet upon their soft backs,
so that they may make a soft cushion for their journey... knowing each
foot upon them is a new and different story, and after they leave,
they are all the more back alive and thriving again...
And
soon, a young girl who came upon their way.... stopping by the boulder
which spoke to her to sit and rest a spell.... the young girl sat and
wept.... the blades soft green grass leaned against her, letting their
softness comfort the weeping girl.... they had not seen her
before..... and she dressed rather nicely for their area of the
country... their voices soon rose up in a wind to ask her why she cry
so much and if she was the new girl who had just moved in the house
down the road. They had heard the other kids talking about the new
family as the kids crossed their path.
The girl stifled her cry for a few moments... as the wind rose and the
sun warmed her shoulders and the beautiful warm rock held her in a
cradle... Just then a robin flew near to see what all the fuss
about... It landed on the nearby branch and watched with curiosity the
small girl... the robin wondered why such a child would be upset and
decided it would sing to the girl. The grasses sang in the wind with
the robin and the leaves added an accompaniment.
And as the chorus of nature sang, and quieted into a warm stillness,
there rose up the sound of laughter and kids calling out over the
hills, as if called magically in by the song. The little girl listened
and slowly, the grass raised their backs and the rock lifted her up
standing. The creek continued to bubble and giggle its song of
movement and never tiring journey, never stop. The little girl started
to head over the hill towards the laughter and calling. As she crested
the hill, there in the distant she saw a group of kids, with a ball of
sorts....
Part the next coming the next.....
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Musing: Cycles of Life, death, rebirth Balance for Equinox
The coming of the autumnal
Equinox, a time of balance in that day hours are equal to the night
hours for both hemispheres, the balance of light and dark progressing
in movement with the cycles of Mother Earth, the seasons... the coming
of harvest and increasing night and rest and going inward to nurture,
replenish the self so that in spring, renewed, having shed off what is
no longer serving or needed, we may bud spring growth outward, full of
new life.
Life teaches us the importance of harvesting all our growth and
accomplishments and even challenges... Takes stock and celebrate....
Let die what needs to die and then rest. Light and dark not good and
bad but mirrors of growth as Universe teaches us, along path. We live
in both to allow the other and back again in cycle.. Spiraling
Stronger, outward, expanding... as a tree with its numerous rings and
knots of growth and shedding and path. Its roots deep and embedded.
It’s branches far and reaching out. It’s beauty in its wholeness.
Shedding its leaves in the fall in a plethora of expansion of color
and beauty… too emerge again fresh, crisp new and growing….. Its truck
thicker, its roots deeper, and its branches higher…..
And every day, the sun still rises, even in the shedding, nurturing,
hibernation, giving illumination and to you in the new day, and the
world we are a part of, to begin again…… a new…