“Acting is all about honesty. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” – George Burns
“When real music comes to me – the music of the spheres, the music that surpasses understanding – that has nothing to do with me, ’cause I’m just the channel. The joy for me is for it to be given to me, and to transcribe it like a medium… those moments are what I live for.”
– John Lennon
Creative arts is all about authenticity, vulnerability, and channeling Greater Forces. That is why we all respond to these artistic outputs, in their highest form. A beautiful painting, a breath-catching photograph, a soul-searing poem, touch us and connect us to the deepest part of ourselves like nothing else can. And then, when we look around and catch a glimmer of that same awestruck feeling that we are feeling, also in the faces of the other observers/experiencers, that’s when we feel the least alone. That is when we feel the silver web of connection that we often forget is there, holding all of us together, creating an amazing, gorgeous tapestry of Life and Love. That’s when gratitude washes over us and cleanses us to our cores, reminding us of what we are all really made of, at our purest form of passionate energy.
My friend turned me on to Lizzo yesterday. Her college-aged daughter introduced her to Lizzo and I earned a lot of “cool mom points” when I picked up my daughter from the high school yesterday, playing Lizzo, at high volume. My daughter knew all of the words already. Lizzo is a female rapper and most of her songs speak of empowerment. Lizzo sings/says a song called “Truth Hurts.” When I looked the song up on Youtube, I saw this comment, about the song, that made me smile:
“this song makes me feel like a strong independent woman.. and i’m a guy.” – Foreign Warren
My favorite line in Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” is this:
“Why men great ’til they gotta be great?”
If we’re going to talk about equality and empowerment, that line applies to all of us – male and female and everything else in between, doesn’t it? We lose the connection and the channel to our deepest, most creative inspirations, when we start focusing on the response to our output versus the joy of creating (an co-creating) the output. When we start aiming in on how many likes and views and notes of approval from others that we’re hoping to get, the connection to what the Universe is really trying to do with our lives, gets static-y and sometimes even gets disconnected. And we feel lost and confused and disappointed and sometimes, empty. We need to be refilled with what really keeps us connected. And the rub is, what keeps us connected is not anything applauding us on the outside, but moreso, what is deep, and profound, rising up inside of us, just wanting to burst through, in all of its glory.
John Lennon is arguably one of the greatest musicians of our lifetime and “those moments are what I live for” were the moments that he was gifted to “transcribe” what the Universe wanted the rest of us to enjoy, and to relate to and to sing along to, sometimes at the top of our lungs. He didn’t talk about sold-out concerts, or how many people were in his fan club, or his NYC penthouse. Lennon’s “live for moments” were during the creative process, with his juices flowing, and his open heart just taking in everything and transcribing the Love that was meant to touch all of our hearts, every time we listened to one of Lennon’s songs.
Yep. I totally get this.
I returned home Monday after a weekend working an Art Fair in Houston. The item I displayed that sparked the most emotional reaction was my road trip journal. The intimacy of the handwriting, all the collaged bits, it definitely spoke to people.
Here’s a sample:
https://on-the-edge-us.blogspot.com/2019/07/backtrack-to-442014-panama-city-to-fort.html
I just went to view it, Anne. OMG! What an incredible keepsake for yourself and for others. It was like viewing a part of your heart. Thank you for sharing it, as vulnerable as that might have felt for you . . . .
Lennon nailed it.
As a writer, there is no experience that comes close to having a chapter write itself, with me as the transcriber. It’s an astounding thing to have a full plot and the words to express it come tumbling out of my brain. Oftentimes I am in awe of what “I” have created. I have no idea where the words come from; they’re just there, knocking on my skull to be released. My family has come to realize that if Mom is in her office pounding away on the keyboard they’d better not interrupt unless the house is on fire, because it’s easy to lose the momentum. If that happens I’m not happy, and as the saying goes, “If Momma ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy!”
Amen, Kelly! You know it is your passion when you can shut the whole world off around you and lose time, just being the vessel.