The Quiet Whispers

Listen to the quiet whispers of your heart. They are your heartsong yearning to be set free. Sheltered Wonder Art Journal – pages 26 – 27

In my 40s I decided to join my then teenage daughter in painting.

It changed my life. It also gave me a valuable lesson in How to Hear the Quiet Whispers of Your Heart.

Don’t believe everything you tell yourself about yourself.

When I started painting, I had spent most of my life telling myself I had no artistic talent. I thought it was true.

Committing myself to exploring my painterly ways in my 40s taught me that I was not always right. That in fact, the things I tell myself about myself are often based on my fears, not my heartfelt desire to live a true and authentic life. And, often, when I say, “I can’t do that” what I’m really saying is I’m afraid of looking stupid. I’m afraid of failing. I’m afraid it won’t be perfect.

Which brings me to the second thing I learned about How to Hear the Whispers of Your Heart.

Get rid of ‘Can’t’.

Can’t is an easy way to let yourself off the hook of turning up for yourself in your life where ever you are, however you are, even in your fear.

If you’ve never done something before and you catch yourself saying, “I can’t do that”, challenge yourself. Allow yourself the grace of doing it imperfectly.

When I said, “I have no artistic ability” I was really just giving myself a soft landing and an excuse not to try something new. Sure, when I look back on some of my earlier pieces I can see how little I knew about colour, composition, light, depth – everything. But, if I’d never picked up that brush, I’d have missed out on the immense pleasure I’ve experienced over the years of creating art that speaks to and from my heart.

In the process, I’ve learned lots about colour, composition… and I’ve strengthened my creative voice and found incredible joy rising up from within the depths of my being.

I still sometimes catch myself saying, “I can’t…” That’s when I must listen for my heart’s whispers by reframing the ‘can’t into an invitation… “I have never tried that before. I wonder what will happen when I do?”

Which of course, brings me to the most important thing I’ve learned as ‘a creative’.

Listen for your heart’s whispers.

Your heart knows best. It is wise. It is loving.

The heart speaks in loving whispers, not angry shouts. Sometimes, you have to listen really deeply for the whispers because the fear that lives at the base of your skull shouts so loud it can be confused as ‘the truth’. In fear’s strident nature, it can become a habit to allow fear to drown out your heart’s quiet truth.

The way to tell the difference between heart truth and fear posing as truth is to ask yourself, “Does this voice hurt me or inspire me?”

If you hear angry, loud messages that are telling you you’re not going to make it, you’re not good enough, you’re stupid or anything negative and hurtful, it’s important to acknowledge that it is fear having its way with your real truth – you are worthy. You are good enough. You are magnificent, brilliant, a shining light.

In those moments when you realize the shouting within is becoming the ‘truth’ you’re accepting as yours – Stop. Breathe. Listen. Deeply. And ask yourself ‘Wonder Questions’… “I wonder what is really true here?” “I wonder what will happen if I just… step here, do this, experiment with this idea, stop listening to ‘can’t’…

Develop the practice of allowing the ‘shouts’ within to become an invitation to get still and listen for the quiet whispers of your heart.

Remember — The heart speaks in loving whispers, not angry shouts. Listen for its whispers.

Years ago, I did something I didn’t believe I could. I started to paint. My life is so much richer, vibrant, loving because I risked turning ‘can’t’ into possibility.

What about you? Are there ‘can’ts’ in your life yearning to be transformed?

Listen to the quiet whispers of your heart.

Namaste.

Walking on ice

Wordcloud created by Tagxedo (www.tagxedo.com)

Wordcloud created by Tagxedo (www.tagxedo.com)

I made the wordcloud of the words that appear most frequently on my blog. (Thank you Tagxedo)

I was surprised to see that ‘breath’ is the most frequently used word on my blog. It didn’t surprise me to see that heart and love are used pretty often too!

It’s all about the heart.

Our hearts send more messages to our brains every day than the brain sends to the heart. (source)

It’s important to know this because we think what we think is what is real. Yet, if we stop to listen to our hearts, we’ll the real answer is beating quietly beneath the thoughts pounding wildly to keep our fears at bay. We think the rapid beating of our hearts is all about fear, but it’s not. Backed up by our thinking, our hearts beat faster in a desperate attempt to get our attention. But, we’re too busy listening to our minds telling us to run, hide, lie, cheat, deceive, freeze and every other thing we do to avoid the things we fear the most, pain, loneliness, rejection, abandonment, looking stupid, being ‘wrong’, being shamed, being shunned…

On Sunday, I walked along the frozen river. Above, the sky was a cerulean blanket of clear sky sailing into infinity. Below, the snow covered river lay still, it’s capacity to move freely held tightly in winter’s icy grip.

Around me, the air was crisp and cold. Inside me, my heart beat freely. My mind wanted to scare me with its worries about how solid was the ice, especially when occasionally, the icy surface of the snow-covered river would crunch beneath my footsteps.

My mind screamed, “Get off the ice!”  My heart knew the truth. There was nothing to fear.

And so I kept walking until the shoreline on the other side of the river called out to me to cross over.

Again, my mind chattered away about the insecurity of the ice.

I took a long slow breath, calmed my thinking and crossed the river.

My mind wanted me to believe the ice would crack and I would fall into the frigid waters flowing deep below the frozen surface of the river.

My heart wanted me to experience the beauty and wonder of walking amidst the open spaces. Of feeling the cold crisp air against my cheeks. Of hearing nothing but the silence of the river valley. It wanted me to visit the site where in July, we carefully placed two heart rocks in the woods along the river bank to honour the wonder pooch. And, just as Ellie once helped me walk fearlessly in the sunshine, my heart wanted me to conquer my irrational fears and flow into and with the serenity surrounding me.

I chose to flow freely with the beauty of the day and let my fears rest quietly in my mind.

They were only thoughts and thoughts can be changed.

Namaste.