our gifts (video)

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Hello Dearhearts!

Last year so many people cheered me on and backed my attendance at the Appalachian State Expressive Arts Therapy Institute, in North Carolina. Thank you so very much! Through your kindness and generosity –and my husband’s holding of the fort   — I was given time and space to deepen my own heART practice, to study Joanna Macy’s work Active Hope–among the many other en spirited offerings of the Institute.

Infused by my heARTfull mountain experience I wrote and gave a talk about our super powers. In this 7 minute excerpt I talk about the power of “Our Gifts” . I share this with the prayer that we each remember and discover the powerful gifts we have to live and give!

Because of you, I am.
becky suzik

Thank you to UU Peace Fellowship of Raleigh for the opportunity to share my heART in this talk. And I hold deep gratitude always to my many teachers including Joanna Macy and those attending and creating the Appalachian State Expressive Art Institute. 

tokens: a wordplay between writer and her words

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Dear Beautiful Humans,

This week I received another rejection letter from a revered and highly read publication, affirming again myself a rejected writer. Uh-hem, I must add rejected but NOT  DEJECTED. 🙂

I submitted a few writings this year that I’ve yet to share with you. Publications that accept unsolicited submissions typically won’t publish a piece that has appeared previously including blogs, unless of course you are … well, “published”.

Upon contemplation of my reasoning it seems this delayed sharing may be a waste of time. I mean … afterall YOU ARE THE REASON I write in the bloomin’ first place! I am not writing for acceptance, accolades, awards or approval: I write because I love people, namely YOU–dear souls who read my blog! Thank you for reading what I offer here. You are my reason. As I shared with my dear Elder, beloved friend and creative makerheart, Kate Stockman, I don’t necessarily write to be seen, but for the possibility that others may see themselves in my writing.

Tonight I offer a piece I submitted last winter. For this submission I wrote a third-person bio for myself as a “writer” which I find rather amusing to re-read. The essay or wordplay offers a glimpse of a battle in my mind about the intentional act of writing and using words to connect with people.

I hope you enJOY. I’d love to know what you think or feel.

Tokens
(WordPlay between Writer and her Words)

WRITER: Words. Words. Words. How when I cherish, collect, cultivate and revise thee, do you fail me?

How is it that when my heart floods with love for humanity and we begin our collaborative dance… Words, I choose you with intention—on my guard, on my honor—and yet you Words, hurt people!

WORDS: Oh you, you of too many of me. You little torch carrier. You aspirational human lighthouse. You do not understand me: You do not understand my spectrum of meanings.

You with your dictionary, your thesaurus, and your great Google Oracle! You think you have command of me, but you forget and neglect my potency when received by hearts not your own.

You believe your own limited interpretation and experience of me allows you to manipulate and fool your readers into becoming one with you, through me!

You cannot depend on me alone. I offer only pointers to your being of this world. I do not offer our readers the actual experience. Words are tokens.

Try as you may to edit, massage, rework, manipulate me, you can never truly bring someone completely into you. It is the problem—your human dilemma—this separateness of body, mind, spirit reality.

You are stuck.

Try as you may, sometimes you might get close to such connection—yet still you are not they, she or he. You are only thee—just a writer—separate and less than equal to those who read us.

WRITER: Have you quite finished? Have run out of yourself to say?

I heard you. I hear you. I hate you! And yet still, I fight for every single one of you. You, Words that fly through my being, through my heart, my hands and now through my fingertips.

With you I fight the separation. I fight to denounce human disconnection!

You are—my dear Words—paradoxically friend and foe; miraculously my greatest tool, my art supplies, my word paints, my linguistic box of matchsticks.

You + Me = Fire.

Together we can build fire to draw similar hearts closer to us, bridging the spacial divide.

We can write forth blazing, burning wordfires to replace chills in human bones with meaning and majesty.

Together we thwart these splinters of separation with a… an… uh…  INSERT WORD of hope.

 

Becky J. Suzik creates, mothers, and chases serial commas in Raleigh, North Carolina and online at beckyjaine.com. With hat-tips to an illness, she was awarded a complete career change in 2007 from marketing to creativity activism. She loves writing everything and aspires to one day write a profile that includes awards and books published –mentionables of her own.

 

❤ bjs

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my driving questions

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dear ones,

Last week at a glance… in case you are interested to know… I spent a week at the Appalachian State Expressive Art Institute in the Blue Ridge Mountains, learning about creativity and play from some great teachers. Thoughts are bubbling up, so I wanted to share…..

My mind was overflowing with one-hundred-and-one stories: those of my easy-to-love loved ones, and stories of those I want and need to learn to love.

I drove myself up the mountain–a labyrinth-like-road–giggling to myself about the nervy, curvy road bends, and frightening myself with a few what-ifs.

I arrived at the top alone and unknown to join a group of 40+–each human offering a new-to-me-story that somehow now entwines with my own.

I stepped out of my life–up into the stratosphere–to focus on my own story, deepening my experience with and for the sacred work I feel a responsibility to.

Creativity and joy activism–what on Earth do these mean? What is possible for me to create and support and be connected to? What feels impossible, yet necessary? How can I serve with greater urgency, tenderness and love?

After four days carrying these focused questions in my heart and awareness, my body and spirit blown upon by the four directions… the answer?

Mmmm…. I still do not fully know. But whatever I am part of, I intend to remember to PLAY through to finding the answers and solutions our world so deservedly needs.

GROWN-UP PLAY is one of the most important things us grown ups can do for ourselves, for our children and for Mama Earth. Play is made of different energies than the problems we are facing right now… so let’s play, shall we?! When was the last time you played, dear one? If it’s been too long, be gentle with yourself. Perhaps start with a bottle of bubbles–a gateway joy device–an essential tool in the JOYFUeL playkit.

Wishing you love and a LOT of play, too!

bjs

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human resources

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dear ones,

Thinking and feeling today. About the fact there are over 7.4 billion of us humans on earth. I just spent a few minutes watching this world population clock go up and down, and up up up up and then down and up.

It’s fascinating. Think about all of us humans here on earth! People dying. People being born. More people being born, dying.

I do not believe there are too many people on earth. On the contrary.

In the history of earth, there has never been so many of us until this very now, this very second!

What would happen if we could see ourselves as the greatest resource on earth? Not in a self-centered egocentric type of way but in a connected-to-everything-kind of way. What would happen If we could feel our full power and recognize…. REALIZE our full human potential?!

We humans–like an intelligent mound of giant ants–are the greatest possible resource to heal our earth and humanity’s suffering!

It does not feel good to me to deny our presence or to believe that humans are the weakest link in our evolution. Yes! To-date we have been the most destructive. And yet we have also been the most creative.

It is our creativity that will save us from ourselves. Creativity combined with our hearts’ abilities to love deeply and to feel pain will save us from ourselves.

We humans have the greatest potential of all… Yet untapped.

Now is the perfect time for us to EVOLVE and love the heaven and hell out of each other and this place, our home.

(I 💕remembering that the word LOVE is nestled backwards inside evolve, reminding me to look in the mirror and find unconditional love inside myself first, before expecting to see it or project it outside of me. I have work to do.)

I love Y’all!

becky
p.s. gift yourself 3 glorious minutes to take in this beautiful film and message from Katie Teague Photography