My mind envisions its big dreams with full curves and in living colors. But in real life, dreams don’t often happen that way. They take shape one bone at a time with bits and parts being brought together in illogical, chaotic bunches. Sometimes the content in front of us looks like a mess, but the soulful Creative holds fast to the inner vision and carefully manages its assemblage.
This website has had that kind of blind focus to it. I have sat in front of it for weeks pulling this element up to link with that element, wrestled wryly aspects of my dream into the confines of the web world to see what shape it will take. This morning as I look at what I have before me, what is ready to be shared with the world, I do so with a reminder to my eager dream-mind that this bare boned structure is the foundation of the creatura that Creativity Tribe will evolve into.
The lesson of the bare bones is such a valuable one for me. It is actually one of the first wisdoms I took in as a young Creative. I learned it from Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Este’s book Women Who Run With the Wolves. She told the story of La Loba, the Wolf Woman, who collected the bones of dead animals, which Clarissa suggested were discarded dreams with the potential to be resurrected. La Loba, the ultimate Wild Woman, stored the bones in a cave and when she was ready, she pulled out the bones of the animal she wanted to work with. She would place one bone next to the another until the entire sculpture was in place. Then, she would sit in front of the shape and dream about the song she wanted to sing.
When she was ready, she would open her mouth and sing out her song. As she sang, the bones would begin to flesh out. Sinew, muscle, skin, fur, tooth, and nail. Cell by cell, the wild animal formed. And when the last strand of hair and the last tooth were in place, La Loba would sing even deeper, from the depths of her soul. As she sang, the creatura would begin to move with an inhalation and exhalation, with life. Still, La Loba would sing deeper. And the animal would spring into action, running right out of the cave, into the darkness. Somehow as she ran, it is said that it might have been the way the moonlight shone on her fur, or the way the starlight sparkled in her eye, something changed her. And the animal transformed into a woman, a woman laughing wildly as she ran towards the dark night.
I am La Loba today. Before me sits the beautiful white sculpture that is the foundation of my dream come true. Each bone is a dream I have tended to in the seclusion of my soul, saving them for just the right moment to share with the world. This moment. This is my wild animal, my own wildness ready to spring to life. I offer her to you, to witness, to join. As I sit in front of her, I listen for the song I will sing and without a doubt know that my song will be an amalgam of many diverse voices from around the world….perhaps to include yours.
I hope you will be listening for your part of the song, that you will sing deep, from the depths of your soul, so that together we can give our wild, Creative Spirits reason to laugh as they run into the beautiful mystery that is life itself.
Welcome to Creativity Tribe, welcome to a sanctuary for your Creative Spirit, and to an evolving opportunity for creativity, community, and celebration. I invite you consider this your home, a place where you come to be inspired, where you offer your creativity as inspiration for others, a place for gathering those discarded dreams you wish to claim once more, a place for transformation.