I was driving to Winco one day, not long after moving to Moscow. I had the radio tuned to KRFP, Radio Free Moscow. There were two women talking. Their laughter reminded me of tinkling wine glasses. One of them read a piece from SARK about the relationship between self-love and creative expression.
I became so immersed in the words that I had to pull my car off the road. I sat there on A Street watching the snow fall outside my window as I listened to these two women chat and giggle and read and revel in the joy of being together. I felt included, drawn into their circle of friendship.
It was perhaps a year later when I learned that one of the women on the radio was Leeanne, a new friend I made through my involvement with the Compassionate Communication Network of the Palouse. When I met her it was like being reunited with an old friend. Later I told her about how her voice on the radio months earlier had eased my loneliness.
Leeanne called me last night, bubbling over with enthusiasm, as she so often is. She had a proposition. She wants me to do a radio show with her. Something to help spread the message of nonviolent communication. We scheduled a time to get together to discuss ideas. My mind immediately started entertaining daydreams of a relationship advice show with a comedic format.
That is what the creative life is all about: Recognizing those moments of synchronicity that spark our imaginations and offer opportunities for creative self-expression; Allowing our minds to open to the possibilities; Removing the boundaries that normally keep us fenced in; Entertaining dreams and offering ourselves up to them. Creativity is a way of being in the world.
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