Friday = Art

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When an animal appears in your life, whether through images, stories, dreams, or in the flesh, and you suddenly take notice of it, there may be a personal message being delivered. Last week I taught another Animal Totem Workshop. Each time I facilitate this class, a new Continue reading

The Circle

The truth is that, everything always comes back to the circle. The circle represents Infinite Potential. It’s the beginning and the end in one fluid form. It’s the shape of our planets, our sun, and it’s everywhere we look, when we open ourselves to receive. It’s the first lesson I will teach any student or class. It’s the introduction to my work, it’s the introduction to who you really are:

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Friday = ART

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I just finished up this guy: Thoth, the ancient Egyptian God of Writing, Wisdom, Magic, and the Moon. I was first introduced to him back in the 90s when I was in Egypt. My favorite form of his is the baboon, though I may try drawing him as the Ibis-headed man next. Feel free to share this image on your social media. Spread some Thoth love. Feel into some Thoth energy today. If a nugget of inspiration comes your way, be sure to write it down. If you can’t find the words, then doodle it out. Think of it as a gift from Thoth.

Your Creativity Coach,

Bonnie


Bonnie Kelso is a Creativity Coach who uses Creating as a healing modality. She is the author of Vitalize Your Creative Life, a workbook for engaging with your inner creative child. She also facilitates creativity workshops and classes locally in Las Vegas, NV. She is the creator of the ABCs of Conscious Creating, a guided self-study program that delves deeper into the spiritual realm of your unique creative potential. Are you ready to start right now? Do you have 5 Minutes?

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Launch: The Star Inside

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What does anger feel like? This is the question I’ve been asking myself and others as I have been working on a book and online course that helps people to express anger in safe and healing ways. The image that kept coming up again and again was the star.

Stars have a massive amount of energy inside of them. There is potential for heat, radiation, even a supernova explosion if a star continues to become more and more unstable. On the flip side of this anger (which is a manifestation of hostile energy), there is Continue reading

Recreate Your Creative Self

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As creative beings we were created to create. We are masters of our own transformations. These transformations can sometimes be long and arduous processes or they can occur suddenly and spontaneously like some sort of supernova of enlightenment. How do you define transformation? Does it have to be painful and time consuming? Does it have to mean that you face all that you cannot begin to fathom all at once? What if, transformation was as easy and flipping a light switch on the wall? What if you could achieve Continue reading

What does anger feel like?

Red hot? Lava-like? Thorny, like a ball covered in spikes?

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I’ve been asking this question a lot lately, trying to get to the root of it. Anger is like a star. It sits in your tummy and when everything is going okay, you don’t even notice it. But as soon as you perceive a threat, the star begins to change. The shifts may begin in a subtle way. A strange poking here and there caused by the points of the star. If it is not addressed, it will begin to dig harder, like a thorn in the skin. Everything you do, every interaction you have, it’s there, just under the surface, waiting to Continue reading

Creating Choices: Fluid and Finite

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Every day you make choices. Sometimes these choices are temporary and fluid in nature. They don’t have the same weight of a choice that is finite. You may not even realize how finite a choice is until you begin to see the consequences of it arrive on your doorstep.

One after another, these consequences will show themselves and remind you of your Continue reading

Creating Consequences: The Good Kind!

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Consequence: A result or effect of an action or condition.

This morning I went for a run. I like to run. I don’t run far or fast, but I enjoy getting sweaty and the feel of my feet pounding the ground. I even enjoy the aches in my knees that tend to let up after a minute or so. But the best part of running, is what happens to my brain. It’s what neuroscientists call “transient hypofrontality.” Really, if you want to know the truth, it’s what I live for. It is what happens when we are experiencing our creative potential. It’s also what happens when people who don’t usually allow themselves to paint or draw give it a try.

I’m no neuroscientist, but basically here’s how it works: So when I run, my body starts doing stuff that it doesn’t do all the time. It has to work at it, because I’m really no star athlete. My age and condition require that my normally busy brain devote some effort to this activity so that I don’t fall off the sidewalk and into oncoming traffic. Yeah, that would be bad. Because my brain is just like yours and the most awesome organ, it automatically knows how to Continue reading

The Space Around Your Creating

Meet my new best friend, Two-balls In-a-sock. This is what is enabling me to get back at the computer to write. I place it under my head and rest flat on my back. Then I slowly roll it down my spine one inch at a time, resting in each delicious pressure point along the way. Ahhh, the sweet relief!

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As someone who is creating constantly, this activity can take a toll on my physical body. There is significant tension that builds in the neck, shoulders, and back. Long days of writing can cause my feet to swell. The old carpal tunnel slowly begins to resurface. I have to remind myself to take breaks and to take breaks often. My dear friend, Mr. T’BIAS can make a good break extraordinary.

Taking breaks from your creating is not only a good idea for your physical body, but your mental conditioning and general well being as well. It’s good to Continue reading