I am excited to write today’s post because it feels like something new is happening. And it feels like something new is happening because it is. There’s something brewing – like a powerful, magnificent, benevolent storm – and it’s coming in across the horizon. All I have to do is ride the wave, however high and wild it may be. That sounds exhilarating and terrifying in pretty much equal measure, which is how it feels, in truth.
So, what exactly am I talking about here, then? What is this storm?
It’s a storm of the new.
New developments, new energy, new projects, new people and new stories. (Some of which I’ll tell you more about later on in this post. 😊) All this new: it’s there, in reach, right now. To be fair, it has always been in reach, it’s only that I can see it now. I can hear it approaching, I can smell it on the air, fresh and clean and unexpected. And all these senses are opening up to the new because I have decided to let them.
Where has this storm of the new come from? It’s come from all around, from inside and out, from up and down, from old books taken down from the shelf after years and from books so new, the ink is still wet. In other words – it’s come from everywhere. And, as I stand here, I can see it approaching from all sides and this anticipation is an almost indescribable feeling, as if there aren’t words yet to name it.
Why has this storm come now? When the student’s ready, the teacher appears; when the storm-walker is ready, the storm appears. How do I know that I’m ready? I don’t. That’s ok.
What does this storm look like? Wild. Crashing, sparking, tide-changing, tree-bending, transformational and silver across an old, grey sky. It also looks like new pages filling up with words, new songs being written and sung, experiments in new media and new paths appearing out of the thick undergrowth of thorns. Light. Broad. Free.
What will the world look like after the storm has faded? Now that’s a really interesting question and I’m curious to find out the answer, myself.
The crazy thing about all of this is that nothing has particularly changed in the external world. The same challenges, the same fears, the same material reality and many of the same characters of the old cast list remain in place. I guess that a lot of perceptions have been challenged, although even here, many of the old beliefs are still lingering, like those last guests at the end of a party, the ones who never seem to leave. It’s ok – I know how to speak to them now, they can even crash on the sofa if they want. All the changes that have invited the storm have been internal. That’s where this kind of power really lives.
So, new – a set of sensations that might have left me a bit breathless and dizzy in times before now – is, in fact, less surprising than any of that. It’s invigorating, for sure, and also comforting – totally natural.
What are all these new developments, then? I’ve got a satisfying list for you, thanks for asking. 😊
The new venture that Cordy and I have recently begun, Creative Wings to Fly, is starting to take form and take off. We recorded our first podcast this week, which was brilliant fun – I’ll let you know when we get it uploaded – and where there’s fun, hey, that’s where the gold is. We’ve been reaching out to new people, making new creative friends and re-connecting with old creative pals, extending our networks and having plenty of laughs in the process.
I have a new writing project germinating within me and a few other exciting collections coming together, too. Added to that, the song-writing has woken up again. As I type these words, I’m still a little bit amazed by all this, yet it’s all true. And our first in-person workshops are lined up for the new year, which might very well be the most exciting new things of all. I can hardly wait!
This storm is a massive gift. And it took all those heavy rainclouds to bring it forth. That’s a big thought; that’s an incredibly reassuring thought.
And, you know what? The external things – the worries and anxieties, the dissatisfaction with certain situations – are still there, they’re just not the stars of the show any more. That’s such a beautiful realisation. And I hope it’s an encouraging thought for you, too, if you need it. It’s absolutely possible.
If you’re wondering how all of this came about, especially those of you who have been following my blog for a wee while and know something of my story this past couple of years, it’s remarkably simple. Disclaimer – simple ain’t the same as easy, people… 😊
Firstly, most importantly, I started taking the pressure off of myself and did my best to accept the situation as it was. Added to this, a couple of slight tweaks to attitude – including how I chose to speak about things – and (even) more time spent outside in nature. (Therapy, too, has been a huge gift to myself, and I don’t suppose I’ll ever stop talking about how powerful it can be.)
This programme that Cordy and I have created didn’t come from nowhere and nothing. It’s come from our lives and our own experiences. It’s come from storms. I guess that’s why this new storm is over there, in the not-so-distant distance. It knows what it has to do.
And so do I.
I’ve got that song in my head now, Jim Morrison giving it plenty from the other side of the Doors, Riders on the Storm… That’s an electrifying soundtrack for this moment.
I look out the window from my desk here on this bright November Sunday and the sky is clear, cold blue. There’s no storm in sight. You can’t see it. But you can feel it.
Have a wonderful week, my friends – I wish you the weather you need right now, whatever that may be. Till next time.