For me, there is no greater high than finding the right words, putting them in the right order, and realizing the riff resonates. And, then (oh joy!) the riff resonates with others. Writing does that. Well, any art can do that. There are several pieces of art that over the years have taken my breath away, that I can gaze into for a nice chunk of time, and come away feeling as though my soul has been fed. And there is music that I can listen to a hundred times and feel that same initial bliss rise within me, confirming that I am alive! Okay, so where is all this going? Well, I don’t only want to share with you my journey and the buzz I get from the arts; I want to help you think about who you are, what creative products have touched you in your life, and which ones you might like to try your hand at. I recently spent almost 100 days in an international creative workshop. Creatives (that’s what we call ourselves) of all kinds are creating and sharing and encouraging each other and the feeling of love is palpable and is a daily experience of bliss. And I want to encourage you to find that creative experience that will fill you with joy. We will explore this more next time.
I have come to the moment when being me, truly myself, needs to happen, and I don’t want to be in a remake of the life of Grandma Moses having not started until I am 78. I want my voice heard, my vision shared. And the bard in me needs to be set free to write what needs to be written, so that maybe my words will heal, and fortify, and inspire. I am quite sure that in another life, a long time ago, in an ancient land, I was a Druid, a Bard, and somehow, I brought that training with me to meld with an MFA. Once a poet, always a poet. I wasn’t a practicing poet in this lifetime for a long time. Too busy to let my truth out. Well, not any more. I lived in pre-Patrick Ireland, near the Boyne, and apparently, I have memory of that time. Ah! Near a river. Interesting! I have lived near or by rivers my whole life. I turn my head and, though the sun has set, I know the river is just over there. It is a river I had sought for a long time. When I first stepped foot on this property where I live (with another Druid, but that is a story for another day), I recognized this place as the vision I have had for many years.
The blank page, like the newborn’s life, offers infinite possibilities and choices. Taking first steps, like typing first words brings us closer to getting us where we need to go. I keep taking first steps and keep on walking until no longer enthusiastic, and then pivot toward a new direction. I knew there was a place I wanted to be, was supposed to be, but I kept misreading signals, and my GPS would lead me somewhere interesting, maybe fulfilling, but, ultimately, failed to send me into full bliss. A series of insistent hints from the universe landed me on this page, with this brand new blog, which emerges from my new and improved website (tobiehewitt.com). And then, and then, and then…. one always wants to leave the audience wanting more. Welcome to my blog, welcome to my journey of bliss and blessings!