August 01, 2008

Finger Painting by Robert Fritz

Children love finger painting. In case you have forgotten, or have never had the pleasure, finger painting begins with globs of paint laid down on a piece of paper. Then you begin to move the paint around, and you can make shapes, forms, lines, designs, and so on. You continue to do that until something pleasing shows up.

A finger painting approach is one in which you play around in some unstructured way until something worthwhile appears. Many people organize their lives around such an approach, hoping that, with enough activity, something good will occur.

While finger painting is fun, it is limited. Most artists do not use finger paints, nor a finger painting approach. Instead, as their visions become more involved and complex, they begin to shift to a different method, that of beginning with a vision of the end result they want to produce.

Phrases like "go with the flow," and "let it be" give the impression that if you "let go" all will be right with the world. This is a popular myth that can't translate into real life because of the nature of things. If you go with the flow in white water rafting, for instance, you end up crashed on the rocks. There are forces in play that will take you where you don't want to go. Therefore, you must first decide where you want to go, and then navigate your way to get there.

It is surprising how many people don't know what they want. There are a few reasons for this. One is the hope that, if they hold the right beliefs, things will turn out. They fail to consider the primary question in the creative process: What do I want to create?

Others hope that there is something that can make them happy, satisfied, fulfilled and complete. They just don't happen to know what it is. They think that if they find the right thing to do, they will have found the magic key to success. Since they can't seem to find this elusive key, they are unable to commit to anything for very long. They are plagued with doubts about which is the right course. Therefore, they think they don't know what they want because their focus in not on questions of what they want to create, but rather on what process will bring them salvation in one form or another.

If we shift our focus to the creative process, we shift our motivation from finding what I sometimes call "the 'it' in shining armor," – the thing that will do it for you – to what you actually want to support. Rather than life as finger painting, hoping something good shows up, we can begin to envision desired outcomes. Without an organizing principle, it is hard to organize. It is hard to mobilize your energies, discover the best processes, learn on the way to achieving your goals, and develop creative strength and stamina over time.

Does it matter what you create? Yes, and no. One thing I have written that is often quoted is: "It is not what the vision is, it is what it does that is important." Well, I partly agree with that. If you have a vision, and you go ahead and create it, the act of creating itself teaches you lessons about creating. And, like any skill, the more you create, the more you can create. So, in that sense, it doesn't matter what you happen to be creating.

On the other hand, it often does matter what you are creating. There are things we care about. There are things we want. And one of the things we want is to live more of the life we want to live. On one level, there is the quality of our lives. The feeling tone, the rhythms, the sense of relationship and relatedness, an experience that what we do matters (at least to us), and that we have a sense of a positive future.

On another level, there is the outward manifestation, which might include the physical circumstances of our lives, our professional experiences, our creative projects, our involvement with the world in which we live.

And, within the scope of the creative process, some things we want may seem small: a nice meal, a fun time with the kids, a shared moment with a loved one. Some things we want may be much larger types of creations: a career, a family, mastery of a difficult skill, a large project such as writing a book, building a business, creating health, etc.

Large or small, step one is always the same: begin with knowing what you want to create. There are moments in life in which the finger painting approach is just fine. But when your aspirations become focused, they are more easily created. Then your vision becomes a powerful organizing principle.

© 2008 Robert Fritz

Robert         Fritz, composer, filmmaker       and organizational consultant is founder of Technologies For Creating® and       author of the international bestseller 'The Path of Least Resistance' and the book 'Your LIfe As Art'. 

July 08, 2008

Prodigal

I see a funeral procession winding its way down the far hillside.

Police lights flash and car lights are illuminated.  They drive snail's paced, trying not to ruin an already shitty day by ramming into the car in front of them.

What was the life like that they drive for?  Do they simply mourn respectably or is there honest anguish in the grieving?

Did the person live authentically?  Not trying to cover up wiping their own runny nose with their fingers instead of a clean handkerchief; laughing from the gut, weeping from the same?  Or were they stilted and itchy in their own skin?  Emotions tender to the touch, therefore buried to save all from the stench.  Brokenness, compounded and open to infection, yet glossed over with a glittery varnish?

Now.  This one is dead.

I sit and watch and ponder.  How are they any different from me?

True, I'm not  posh and pillowed in the dark low rider with those who esteemed me following close behind.  I'm alive.  Yet, I'm dead.

I spoke...out of my passion and my glory and my sweet spot.  I was shut off and pulled down and told to be quiet and be good.  I became infected with the cancer of self-consciousness.  And I stopped dreaming, speaking, living and reaching out of my poverty to the Only One who can cool my tongue and melt my heart. 

I'm longing to be romanced by the Only One whose affections can satisfy this longing.  The Only One who can fulfill me in the deepest place.  After believing my own bad press, it  has been so long since I've felt worthy to come Home.

I don't know how to be a revolutionary, but I do know how to be depraved and utterly broken.  I have looked too long at one place in the wall and it has burned into my brain so that I see it everywhere I look--I am not enough, nor will I ever be.  I need.

At this moment, I recognize that my need is the only thing I possess utterly and hopefully.  It is the only thing I should own without shame.

Through the void, He's whispered many times this past year, "Your brokenness is beautiful to Me."  Yet, I've continued to hide from Him--a ridiculous game of peek-a-boo, believing with all my soul that He really couldn't see and hoping He wouldn't.

Oh God, my God why have I forsaken You?

My pride has swallowed me whole and the rumbling of its hunger has never been satisfied.

The beauty of it all is You are there waiting to see me limp pitifully over the distant hill.  You are running to meet me, Your own longing for our reunion fueling Your every step.  You rejoice over me with singing as You embrace me.  You cover my shame with Your fierce cloak of mercy.  Your presence knocks the wind out of me and I see stars.  I'm reeling and gloriously disjointed.  Your life seeps into bone and sinew like sweet water.  Your breath flows warm into my lungs like pure life.  Every part of me is jolted with Your force.  The heart of stone explodes into dust.  What is left behind is pink and new and flowing with enriched blood.

What You've done for me.  What You've done.  Your entire Kingdom has come to my rescue.  Your entire will has been done in my self.  War has been waged on my pride and it has been revealed a traitor. 

I am so sorry and so glad.

May 16, 2008

Holding Onto You by Stefanie Hallman


All of us have one time or another seen children being taken to the nursery or dropped off at daycare.  We’ve seen the look of terror begin to seep into the eyes of the toddlers as they begin to realize they are about to be separated from their beloved parent.  It’s like the doe in headlights times infinity, and we’ve all felt a fear similar, whether it’s the fear of failure, the fear of loneliness, the fear of insignificance, the fear of normalcy…

I’m feeling that fear right now, an overwhelming fear of everything, and all I can do is hold onto my Father, white knuckled, grasping desperately to find a piece of His shirt that I can hold onto tight enough that I cannot be separated, and for the first time I’m screaming and fighting to hold on. “No Father no, don’t drop me off in the daycare, don’t let go of me, don’t leave me alone.”

And then I realize, it’s just us.  I’m sitting in His arms in His lap and He’s not taking me anywhere and I don’t know why I’m fighting, because all He wants is for me to hold onto Him and what makes Him most happy is me in His lap, holding on.  For the first time I don’t have to let go. 


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May 01, 2008

I might even fly!

When you love me

There's nothing I wouldn't try

I might even fly

--Sara Groves

 

In her audio book, Creating Health, Dr. Christiane Northrup, M.D., speaks of a study done on a tribal people whose main past time was running. What was of interest to physicians and educators studying this tribe was not that the people ran, so much as what they as a community believed about themselves as runners. It was a common belief amongst this entire tribe that the best runners of all were aged 60 and above. The study concluded, after a battery of tests on the runners in each age group, that indeed, the runners above the age of 60 truly were in best physical condition and had the fastest running times of any age group younger than they. These people had reached critical mass in their belief system, and were reaping incredible rewards that left the western doctors and professors scratching their heads in amazement.

 According to Wikipedia, critical mass is a sociodynamic term to describe the existence of sufficient momentum in a social system such that the momentum becomes self-sustaining and fuels further growth. In this case, the tribe believed the oldest runners were the best runners. Their belief became self-fulfilling prophecy, and contrary to our western thoughts on aging, this tribe saw their elders out perform all others physically to the point of their physical superiority being proven scientifically. What they believed literally went all the way down to their DNA.

 We see this happen in the Greenhouse family a lot as we endeavor together to elevate vision as Jesus-lovers to do great exploits for the Kingdom through the arts, but I have specifically seen it played out in my own journey recently.

 As a part of my 'war of art' to break down resistance, I made the commitment to myself and to my Greenhouse community that I would sing AND play one of my own songs for open mic night. I have relied for many years on my freakishly-gifted musician husband to help me write my music, never once thinking I could (or even should) do this for myself. Greenhouse was supportive and encouraging about my proclamation, but I must admit I was worried after I said it aloud.

 I hang around some of the most gifted song crafters you would ever want to know, and I was more than a little intimidated to lay out my paltry offerings alongside theirs. I called my friend Michelle to figure out how to even approach this task. You must know that Michelle is one of the most gifted song crafting artists I have EVER heard.  Yet, because we are family, I trust her completely with my heart...with my life! She tells me the truth.  And because of the relational equity we've amassed, I can take it when she tells the truth.  Out of that rich family relationship, I found out some amazing things about adopting a belief system and reaching critical mass.

 Michelle met with me and heard me play the song I was currently writing. And then she told me three powerful things about myself!

 1) I know more than I think I do.

 2) That if I would just push through the yucky, achey practice part that everyone goes through at first, that in a very short time (she quoted two weeks!) I would be running to the piano to play because SEE #1.

 3) That my songwriting was worth doing. The song was worth finishing and playing live for Open Mic night.

 Once she said these things, I believed them for myself down to my DNA, and started seeing the fruit come from that--especially in my own heart. I started playing the little song in front of other individual humans from my tribe, telling them these beliefs about myself and found momentum in their encouragement that became self-sustaining and fueled more song writing and more playing in front of other humans in the tribe.  I wanted to practice because I knew that it reaped huge benefits. I wanted to write because my writing was worth doing. My tribe had said so.

 I did the song for the whole Greenhouse family on Open Mic night. I was nervous and my performance was far from perfect, but ultimately I was so pleased to be able to drop kick resistance out of my life in the presence of MY great cloud of witnesses.  It was a victory for me, but we as a family won.  We all win when one of us gets up there on the stage and plays or reads or shows our latest creation on canvas.

Have you reached critical mass in your own sphere?  Do you have that tribe with whom you can share a belief system that is fueled by encouragement, truth and launches each of you with a force and momentum driven by God?  If not, ask God to set you in a family and be ready to go low and get messy.  When you are loved this deeply, you will find courage to do all the things God has dreamed over your life.  You might even fly!


 


 

 

 

April 18, 2008

Lather. Rinse. Repeat

“Your identity is not equivalent to your biography.

There is a place in you where you have never been wounded,

where there is still a sureness in you,

where there is a seamlessness in you,

and where there is a confidence and tranquility in you.

And I think the intention of prayer, and spirituality and Love is now and again to visit that inner kind of sanctuary.”

--John O’DonoHue

 

I was reminded this week of Julia Cameron's book, The Artist's Way, which speaks of taking yourself on regular ‘artist dates’ as a means to bolster your heart's creativity.

"An artist date is a block of time, perhaps two hours weekly, especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist.  In its most primary form, the artist date is an excursion, a play date that you preplan and defend against all interlopers.  You do not take anyone on this artist date but you and your inner artist, a.k.a. your creative child.  That means no lovers, friends, spouses, children--no taggers-on of any stripe.  If you think this sounds stupid or that you will never be able to afford the time, identify that reaction as resistance.  You cannot afford not to find time for artist dates.  Your artist needs to be taken out, pampered, and listened to."

Recently, a friend sent me a link to listen to American Public Media's radio show, “Speaking of Faith”.  In it, host Krista Tippett interviews John O'Donohue, an Irish poet, philosopher and Catholic scholar, who died in his sleep January 3, 2008 at the age of 52. The interview is entitled, "The Inner Landscape of Beauty".  Listening to the lilt and cadence of John’s voice was soothing, and the content of his words nourished me deeply. The words of Julia Cameron came drifting back to me as the interview ended.  My heart had been gifted Refreshment. I realized that in investing the time to stop and listen, I had taken my inner artist on a little date, and it hadn't cost a dime.

In taking time to produce your art, likewise nourish your Self in the process so you have something to produce art from.  What are you doing this week to feed your heart? It is an exceptionally self-nurturing act to spend time in solitude with the sole purpose of building up your inner artist. 

What could that look like?  Take a long walk, listen to “The Fountains of Rome” by Respighi, eat ethnic food, look at art, watch a great film, meditate on one facet of God’s character, take a hot bath, read a classic, get still enough to really listen.  You know what you need.

In short:  Intentionally take time to stop.  Take a true moment for yourself.  Relax in the moment and just BE.   See how visiting this ‘inner kind of sanctuary’ affects your heart and the art that flows from it. 

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Link to the John O’Donohue interview:  http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/john_odonahue/index.shtml

March 03, 2008

Welcome to Greenhouse Arts

This site is the new location for Greenhouse Arts but is still under construction.  We will be adding content in the next few weeks. In the mean time, check out the albums and podcasts. You can still go to our myspace site.