Painting by Belynda Wilson Thomas
Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others. Rainer Maria Rilke
We become creative, remain creative, or kick start our creativity but however, we do it we end up with something. We end up with something we don’t know what to do with. Our creativity can seem like it has taken over our life. We love being crafty and creative but what do we do with all this stuff?
At the writer’s group this weekend our speaker was a gentleman who has written four books. He has spent the last fifteen years selling those books at fairs, Christmas Markets, and events where he can buy a table and set up shop. He is a four-time Canadian Best Seller (5000 books sold). His subject is local Canadian History.
His main message was, if we want to sell what we’ve created, we can get out and sell it. It is hard work, but it is doable. One of the ladies at the Writers Group makes bookmarks of her original artwork. She’s selling them at the group, she’s creating a market. She’s booked a table at a local event.
My daughter bought a lovely Barbie-like pose-able doll, the creator’s aim was to create multi-cultural realistic dolls. That it was for sale at the Dollar Store we hope is not the end result of a dream that won’t be realized. Perhaps she hoped for a larger market for her dolls than there is. Hopefully, this was just a lucky find and not the end of someone’s dream and financial enterprise.
We think if we get our book or product on Amazon or in a store or chain of stores we’ve made it. If we can’t create a reason why people are looking for our product we need to find the people who may want our product when they realize it exists. We need to be our own marketing board, our own publicity department.
One year visiting my home town I bought a handmade leather-covered journal, the artisan’s poems are sprinkled within it. It is a work of art. It is too nice to use. A problem I have buying really nice journals.
My son’s girlfriend’s sister makes hand-made greeting cards. They are beautiful. Is there a market for creations like hers? Probably.
It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept… China Mieville
One year one of the founders of the Book club was part of a Christmas market. I was invited; I was painting at the time, and hesitant to put my work out there. When I went to the market, just a small event in someone’s house, I was impressed by everyone who stepped up and put something out, everyone but me. Why didn’t I bother? What was I afraid of? We were all busy young mothers. It was too soon for me, I wasn’t ready.
Do we ever feel ready? Or do we get to a point, like a bud on the cusp of blooming, or a woman about to give birth; there is nothing else to do? We’ve set things in motion.
At the writer’s group, we stand up and read our work, out loud, for many, it is the first time in front of an audience. Everyone claps, we did it! It won’t be that hard again. We are afraid of judgment, and ridicule.
Sometimes putting our self out there doesn’t go as planned. Sometimes we do bomb. Even when we do, we probably are better off for having done it. The what if, is worse than the reality. What if everyone isn’t blown away by that song you wrote and sang in front of friends? As clichéd at is it is, it’s better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all. We learn from our failures. We learn from doing.
What if we put our novel on Amazon and it sells five copies? That doesn’t tell us the novel is not good. It tells us no one knows it exists. The best selling artists aren’t necessarily the best singers. The best-written books aren’t necessarily the best sellers. We are obsessed with “Stars”, you can set your goal to be a “star” or you can set your goal to get your work out into the world. Where it goes no one knows. It takes on a life of its own. The work may resonate with many or few. It may be a flash in the pan or have longevity.
Whatever it is we feel called to do, we must do. When we find that thing, use that gift in small or big ways, we feel a sense of peace or oneness or being part of something I can’t express. We’ve found the expression of our gift, whatever that may be. We are bestowing it to the world. It isn’t necessarily better if it is to a smaller or wider world. Only that, what we do in some way benefits others.
No one creates or does anything only for themselves that makes the world better. If what we give is a smile with a cup of coffee, it’s something that made the world better. Or we plant a tree in whose shade we will never sit, we’ve made a difference. Isn’t that what we all want, to have made a difference, to have been here, and left a mark, a legacy, a contribution to the tapestry of life?
It will be very interesting one day to follow the pattern of our life as it is spread out like a beautiful tapestry. As long as we live here we see only the reverse side of the weaving, and very often the pattern, with its threads running wildly, doesn’t make sense. Someday, however, we shall understand. In looking back over the years we can discover how a red thread goes through the pattern of our life: the Will of God. Maria Von Trapp
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