Thursday, December 31, 2009

Speaking to My Heart

In the past few years, I've discovered Stampington Publishing. If you love creativity and artistic expression, go over and sift through their magazine offerings. Their product is professional and high quality.

One of my "must-haves" is Artful Blogging which unlocks and opens the door to many creative bloggers that I would have never found just trolling through the internet on my own.

In the current winter issue, while soaking up the inspiration laid out among the pages, I came across an article about Carmen Torbus and her blog called, Distracted by Design.

Part of the article was a partial post from her blog--a poem. As I read it, I realized it spoke exactly what I feel.
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Feeling Tender and Vulnerable
by Carmen Torbus

Sometimes I sit and dream.
I think of all the things I'd like to do.
I put off the stuff that needs to be done
trading that time for daydreams.

Thinking of conversations I'd like to have,
with old friends,
current friends and
with friends I've not yet made.
Wondering where the other people like me are.
How do I find them?
How do I connect?

I long to sit and laugh,
sip coffee, or hot cocoa, or tea,
while making a mess with art supplies,
or just chatting about nothing in particular,
or the meaning of life itself.

Deep conversations,
light conversations,
no conversation,
just being.

I don't want to just be a dreamer,
I want to be a doer.

I want to paint.
I want to write.
I want to take pictures.
I want to talk.
I want to listen.
I want to have a tribe of my own,
and be a part of the tribe of others.

I want to be a part of something bigger.
Something good.
Something powerful.
Make a contribution to the world.

Somethimes I think it's me that gets in my way.
Is it fear that stops me?
Lack of belief?
Lack of motivation or energy?
Lack of work?

I sit back and watch others do what I know in my heart
I can do too.
Sometimes envious, or jealous, wondering what the
secret is.

Wishing I could know what they know,
I cheer them on
Pat them on the back.
Sit in awe of.
Recognizing their potential,
their strength,
their capabilities,
their talent,
their accomplishments.

What is the missing piece?
How do I reach my full potential,
my strength,
my capabilities,
my talent,
so that I can realize and accomplish my dreams,
and contribute.

I suppose I'm not alone in my desires,
my dreams,
my paralysis.
I suppose the only way to find out is to "do" while
continuing to dream.
I suppose I don't have to know how, I just have to start.
(used by permission)

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1 comment:

Dapoppins said...

I puffy heart Stappinton too! I just wish I could get their magazines at the local library!