I spent my Saturday taking part in Kathy Eckhardts vision board play shop here in Virginia Beach. I found a lot of interesting things about myself that in the spirit of transparency I feel I want to share.
So here goes… What’s strange with this board is it feels so familiar. It just evolved so easily and didn’t come from writing down any goals on the papers we were given. In fact that’s something I struggled greatly with on the day and everyday life. It’s something I’d love to crack open and see what potential and dreams could look like but the fact these images fell out of magazines I was looking at so effortlessly and easily, blew my mind a little.
The board below is a big fat crazy dream I’ve had for many years and having gone into the playshop with no pre-thought of ideas of what id create made it even more surreal.
The workshop was very impactful. I loved hearing Kathys stories and creating was complete therapy for me. It always has been. On the drive home with my friend Gale, I shared a story from my past and we have decided that ‘therapy time’ in my week will from here on in be called “Roxy time”. Roxy was a lady who worked with my dad many many years ago and lived near our home. She allowed me from an early age to go around anytime I wanted and just be. We crafted a lot. We made bears, jewelry boxes, painted, drew and talked. Dad at one point tried to stop me as I would be seen as a pest and Roxy said to him, don’t stop her coming- do you realise this is an outlet for her? I did end up going far less than I used to but it continued into much of my teenage years.
My grade one teacher, Mrs Young was one of my earliest memories of being impacted by art. She taught much of our first grade using art as the medium. So learning fractions we made pottery penguins, for spoons cups and measuring we baked bread. I still remember those lessons SO clearly. I’m not sure that educators these days really truly realise the impact their lessons can have on those they teach.
So in all I do now, I thank women like them for shaping and encouraging my creative side when others couldn’t see it or discouraged it. I will caviat here and say not all my creative classes were positive ones. I had a number tell me I was terrible and should be taking art. I had one ruin my major assessment and then try to blame me. I had design tutors think that stripping away their students confidence and shattering their ideals was the best way to ‘create’ and that industry demanded that. For me it made me see that again I was being shown what my path wouldn’t look like.
So for me, this board is a completion of that circle of learning. In my eyes this place will be a retreat and family home for us to grow, create and inspire others in their own art forms. A place to grow the light bringers, world changers and love creators. A place where kids can come and share in playshop, adults can come retreat and paint, draw, sew or write. It will be away from the noise and hustle of town and exchanged for the deafening noise of the bush life. It will be light, airy and near a river/waterway.
Peace is not hard to restore, it’s sometimes just hard to allow into our lives. To quiet our brains and relax is considered a luxury which is not allowed for so many.
So whilst I spend some “Roxy time” this week creating for myself, let me know how you speak yours! I’d love to hear what your therapy time looks like.