The other night among creative friends, we played an
interesting card game. It was more than
a game and I have heard people talk about these kinds of cards, but never
really felt compelled to participate in that kind of “tarot” like fortune
telling. As we went around the circle
drawing cards and then reading and discussing the interpretation, I was
absolutely astounded in how accurate the cards and the explanations seemed to
be.
It was my turn, and I drew a right side up wolf. The
interpretation was a teacher, a teacher?
I thought that was interesting, but not so sure it was correct. The truth is I do something that looks like teaching,
but I never saw it as that. For the most
part I use Julia Cameron’s description of what I do, “facilitator”. Facilitator made so much more sense. I cannot teach anyone how to be creative,
they already know . I gently and safely
facilitate their journey to the path of their own creativity and
happiness. I only help them see what is
already there. For the most part I feel
like once a year we all go on a journey to the Wizard of OZ, where at the end Dorothy finds out all she had to do
was click her heels and speak out loud what she wanted. The power was within her all along.
Throughout the summer, new creatives will often compliment
and thank me for what I do. Although I
truly appreciate the accolades, my first reaction is like the exposed wizard in the movie hiding behind the curtain. We are both desperately manipulating levers,
and buttons frantically searching for the magic combination that will produce a
big “ta-da” moment in life, while sternly announcing, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”.
The wolf card says I am a teacher…
Julia Cameron calls it a facilitator;
I just call it a creative.
I have the same fears and am just as scared as everyone else in class. The only difference is I expose my fear and failures so others will see the grief and the joy of being an artist. When I fail, when I succeed, it will give others the courage to do the same,
I just do it out loud.
Julia Cameron calls it a facilitator;
I just call it a creative.
I have the same fears and am just as scared as everyone else in class. The only difference is I expose my fear and failures so others will see the grief and the joy of being an artist. When I fail, when I succeed, it will give others the courage to do the same,
I just do it out loud.
Teacher?
Facilitator?
Pay no attention to the woman-teacher-facilitaror
behind the curtain!
But watch the creative!
As the creative is carefully watching for her own teachers, past and present that will take her to that place in the world where she is suppose to be.
But watch the creative!
As the creative is carefully watching for her own teachers, past and present that will take her to that place in the world where she is suppose to be.
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