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Soul & Solace: What Can I Do?

Perhaps you voiced the words aloud. Perhaps they trouble your soul: felt but unsaid. How do we face the day, knowing what is done cannot be undone? Children are dead. For no reason. Families devastated. For no reason. Students traumatized. For no reason.

The brutality of the Uvalde shooting shatters our hearts. But what can we do? What good are my tears: hot as they are with rage? What good are anyone’s?

I have no answers: just the story of a gift, an Easter gift, long delayed. The package, a present from our daughter, arrived the day of the Uvalde shooting. The creators of the gift, artists Oleg and Darina, included with the present a note, handwritten in English and adorned with hand-drawn hearts: “With love from Ukraine!” Due to the murders we’re calling “Putin’s War,” Oleg and Darina had been forced to relocate, hence the delay in shipping.

The package arrived resealed: my guess is it had been opened and searched. Inside the taped-up box lay six smaller boxes. Each housed an intricately painted fragile egg: in perfect condition. They are, each, a wonder. Staring at them, more tears came: tears of awe, gratitude, and sorrow.

I have no answers. But I think of Oleg and Darina and realize that we live in a world of brutality and beauty. And that which way we lean—toward or the brutal or the beautiful—makes a serious difference in our lives and in the lives of others. Oleg and Davina lean toward beauty in the midst of brutality. Their choice guides mine, between tears.

So, what can we do?

 

Between tears

         Tell someone we love them

Between tears

         Gaze up at stars or down at a flower

Between tears

         Scream primal prayers at the heavens

Between tears

         Stand in another’s shoes

Between tears

         Savor beauty

Between tears

         Drive like a human

Between tears

         Create beauty

Between tears

         Feel water on our skin and the sun on our face

Between tears

         Do the world some small good, just because we can

Between tears

         Know our tears matter.

Ukranian Painted Eggs by Oleg and Darina

Soul & Solace: The Critic

The worst thing I can do when I sit down to write, is to open the door for The Critic. You know the guy: he strides in, wearing a superior expression, a bad mustache, and chewing on a cigar. In tones at once bored and superior, he launches in.
 
          “What drivel.”
          “Been done a thousand times. And better.”
          “You USED to be a writer. Too bad…”
And the oldie but baddie: “Don’t you get it? You just can’t.”
 
In the sixteen years A Spacious Place has been providing creativity services, we’ve heard The Critic internalized and voiced by people we serve. Perhaps The Critic once spoke at them from an authority figure or someone they admired. Perhaps they just never got the chance to try, fail, and try again in a supportive environment. So, The Critic mouths off at them using their own voice.
 
          “I’m not creative.”
          “Been there, done that.”
          “Creating’s for kids (or not for men, like me).”
          “Waste of time—I need to be working.”
And the oldie but baddie: “I’m no good at this. I just can’t.”
 
We all can—and we need to—create. We’ve just been socialized by The Critic to believe we can’t. And that’s a tragedy, because creating, which feeds our souls, helps us reach our human potential, and connects us with our Creator, also boasts an abundance of fringe benefits. The risk-taking creating demands boosts our courage. Creating that doesn’t go to plan enhances our ability to deal with frustration, to problem solve, and to shift perspective. Creating opens our eyes to beauty and truth around us, which helps ease burnout and depression. And because, most of the time, we create to share a truth of ourselves with others, creating builds healthy community.
 
So, when The Critic strides on to our doorstep, we can silently point to the exit, press the door shut, and
 
plate an appetizing meal, or
plant a colorful garden, or
weave a basket, or
sing a song, or
embroider a pillow, or
paint a still life, or…
 
…whatever silences The Critic so we can hear the truth and beauty of our own voice.
 
How do you respond to The Critic? How do you express your creativity? We would love to hear from you. Share your Soul & Solace thoughts with us at contact@aspaciousplace.com.

April 2012 Soul and Solace

The Beauty of Scars

I’m told that, when I was younger than my remembering, I fell, knocked over a catsup bottle, and landed on its shards. I carry the crescent-shaped scar on my elbow to this day. I can’t imagine my body without it; it’s become a part of who I am.

Yet I’d always had a notion that emotional or spiritual healing would leave me looking good as new, with baby-fresh skin and a just-bathed, no-more-tears innocence. It hasn’t been like that.

I don’t think it’s in the nature of the universe to work on the “Etch-A-Sketch” principle. We can’t give ourselves a shake and erase scars imprinted on our souls. Creation’s just too real to be undone.

Instead, we can choose to let our scars weave their way into creation’s fabric—often by accompanying another: one with fresher, rawer scars. When we do, we find in our scars a new kind of beauty: the beauty of Jacob’s limp and of Jesus’ wrists and side.

What is your experience of scars? Have you found beauty in them?