Dear friends, fellow shluchos and blog readers,
On Shemini Atzeres, Oct 5th, I tripped and fell and broke my ankle in 3 places. As I write these seemingly simple plain words, I assure you that with each letter I type, I reminisce deep feelings of pain both physically and emotionally of which I am still experiencing.
I think about the theme of my blog that brings me great comfort and closeness to my dear father a”h, and I ponder the deeper meaning of “Where the Colors of My Soul Come to Life”.
You see, in this one experience, I have had the opportunity to face some very deep fears of mine. A few, but not limited to: the fear of surgery, the fear of pain management, of fear management, physical therapy and ultimately my personal challenge of surrendering and letting go….probably my biggest challenge of all.
I find myself grasping at the reality of my situation. Yet as each day arrives, I see the sun shine more and more, and the opportunity to understand the deeper side of creativity. Creativity, not just in how to be there for my children while being immobile for 8 weeks, or even how to brush my teeth while using crutches. But rather, creativity, in finding the colors of this journey of healing, while letting things just be.
I am no where near “hindsight is 20/20” and as each day brings me to overwhelming moments of varying emotions including despair and frustration to gratitude and appreciation, I share with you a deeper thought about creativity.
Creativity is not merely the perfectly glazed cupcakes or the sequined velvet ribbon. It’s not the multi colored paper straws or the magnificent pink floral truffle boxes. But rather the colors of one’s soul which stem from those days of vibrant hues andÂ days of dull monotone colors. A palette of both the ups and downs of life, while finding meaning within.
So, while I would prefer to share with you pretty pistachio topped meringues and glittery gold embellishments, I welcome you to be part ofÂ my journey of a deeper kind of creativity.
One that resides within your own heart, and mine.
One that does not need talent or experience but rather a heart and a mind.
One that allows an inner connection to how things are, as they are, while finding the beauty and blessing within.
So, the next few weeks I hope to share “Blessings of a Broken Ankle”, musings and thoughts to spark a rather different kind of creativity….
And then maybe I truly will be in sync with the dream of my blog…Where the Colors of My Soul, Come to Life.