>Allowing All That We Got

>My daughter Alyssa is in a play that opens this Friday, and last night I watched her rehearsal.

After rehearsal her and I had a discussion about the play in the car ride home. It was obvious to both of us how fast the play moved and how there is so much rich material to expand in.

For instance, the little girl in the play is a slave and her sister makes her a doll that comes to life. It is said the doll comes to life because of the little girls love, yet I don’t experience or see the love that this little girl is supposed to have for the doll that makes her come to life. What I see is a doll that just appears, and who tells us why it has and then moves us on to the next scene. But wait, my insides yearn, I want to feel it. I want to see it. I want to know that love can make something come alive.

Now I am not here to criticize any of the actors or the director. I just want to say to them, to myself, to anyone who is taking on a creative endeavor- please take your time- see the richness that has yet to be explored. See the depth. Imagine how we could use that to truly create the message I know we want to send.

Why do we rush? Who or what are we trying to impress? What are we trying to move onto next? Why do we not give completely into the opportunities creativity offers us?

We move too fast. We expend energy on too many things- like how will our creative endeavors or business service/product make me look? How rich will it make me? How impressed or not will the public be with me?

Where we always ‘fail’ is when we become too consumed with our agenda, our reputation, our profit- all of this stemming from fear. We need to get back to everything being about people- about serving people- and essentially serving God, or our Higher Calling, our Higher Creativity and move from that place- because that is where all things come alive- from Love, not Fear.


One thought on “>Allowing All That We Got

  1. >Ah, yes. I know that play well. My daughter is supposed to cry (twice) and now I think she’s simply running away in sorrow instead of attempting to shed tears. This is a kid who landed a gig at the Guthrie after 20 hours of auditions. She’s cried in backyard productions and trust me, can yowl on cue at home in a heartbeat (which she does routinely to damage a sibling). But I think that the play hasn’t sloooowed down long enough to help a nine-year old do this, there. We’ll see. I haven’t watched a rehearsal so I’m commenting on hearsay.

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