Joy of Expression
Mary is an organizational development specialist and writes about today's challenges.
How do we express ourselves? Each of us has a unique way pf expressing ourselves. In fact, it is only in art that expressions takes form. It posits varied incarnations, some worthwhile and some not. But the one that gives us the most joy are often the expressions that shares beauty, goodness, authenticity, angst, or what life is truly.
Expression in its Fullest
Expressing the Inner Spirit
Lately, I have been devoting time to art, and I can't tell you enough of the exhilaration of creating something of beauty, something expressing the inner spirit. It is beyond taste, beyond sight, beyond feeling. It is beyond what your senses can offer. It describes what is inside of you. It feels like something waits to be given words, painted, played, to come out and display its beauty.
On the Periphery
In the past, I have always been on the periphery. I have dawdled in the backroads of art, going to art shows, museums, and performances and was enthralled.
I did the occasional artwork mainly to support my education involvement. Still, I had not given way to fully express myself in art until recently when I plunged in after skirting around the edges, took my brushes out, and spread all the paper I had collected all these years.
The plunge was just like the first swim on the lake in late spring. With lots of hesitancy and then go, I got hooked. I even forget to eat or get bored or feel lonely. I woke up, and I got into it. I did not care if I had to clean up, which I hated to do before. It was part of it. I became more organized even with my time. I can stop and go for a walk or clean up for visitors. It has become a part of me. I am still in it.
The Big Plunge
Yes, art is an expression of me. It takes all my attention, energy, and concentration when, like a composer, I give birth to the masterpiece I have been carrying for some time.
How many years has it been? It doesn’t matter now. It has come to life.
This creation is my life, joy, and gift to the universe.
An Ode to Expression
The joy found words. It found expression in poetry. Something profound has come alive, and it is here to give pleasure.
I am sharing what my inner self expressed as I awakened early. Yes, I can't wait to wake up now and go back to creating. I'm like a baby trying to learn new things and expressing these in verses:
Life thou hast has been
In my womb forever
waiting to awaken
To the world of the keen
Life what beauty
You bring to me
On this particular day
Of my awakening to me
Gratefully I sing
The canticle t0 thee
Of art and beauty
That life does be
Gone is the hesitation
Onward I go
Lost for a long time
Now found and lo
Words of complain
That time there was none
That space can’t be found
Obstacles now are gone
To thee, I bow
To your long vigil
Till the soul awaken
And open its heart
One with Myself
The Inner Beauty
Inside each of us is an inner self wanting to come out and express itself in all its fullness. We have a glimpse of this once in a while as we get busy living. Busy I had been in the past, always going somewhere, still doing something. Busy with what is external, what I thought were the trappings of success. I entirely gave myself to it, but somehow, inside me is that nagging feeling of something wanting to come out.
Finally, I have given it expression, and the joy far surpasses all my past successes. Maybe, my success now only I can see most of the time, but this is not what matters. What matters to us? Maybe, I have to live several decades to know these. I can't claim I know these fully well, but I have an experience of it, and it has brought me joy. It also brought wholeness, a feeling that I am one with myself.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2019 Mary Norton