In the musical Les Miserables about the French Revolution there is a scene where the young soldier Marius is left sitting at an empty table with empty chairs where his friends used to sit.

He sings, ‘there’s a grief that can’t be spoken, there’s a pain goes on and on, empty chairs and empty tables where my friends are dead and gone.

We were all children once with dreams that sat at tables with us.

We talked and played with them, poured tea for them and believed them, why wouldn’t we? 

Marius continues, ‘Here they talked of revolution, here it was they lit the flame, here they sang about tomorrow but tomorrow never came.

My friends were the dreams, ideas, imagination and flames that guided me into my tomorrow. 

This article is a reflection of a life lived with and without creativity and the unbearable weight of creativity. 

It is also for those of you that have had brilliant inventions, business ideas and dreams that were there in one moment and then vanished in the blink of an eye. 

I’ve been trying to understand how to support my creative friends that sit at my table with me.  

I’ve been learning to support the many creative surges that have arrived in me and not throw them off like a deer in the wild shaking off an attack. 

So that I can feel the satisfaction of my creative work and not the failure and losses that I have experienced.

As well as to support the friends that have made their way into my life. 

These beautiful ideas arrived in me without me knowing how to support them.  

Ideas, music, songs, workshops, adventures and dreams fell by the wayside screaming at me as they slowly faded away out of my reach.

Their screams developed a fear of the rising creative tides in me.

These rising tides felt like Tsunamis.

My life’s work has been to build an inner support system brick by brick inside the mortar of my body to hold these creative tides of imagination and genius.

I have waded through the judgements in me that said, ‘you better get going or else’, or ‘work harder,’ and one particular torture, ‘time is running out!

Marius sings, ‘In the table in the corner they could see a world reborn, and they rose with voices ringing and I can hear them now the very words that they had sung!’

Echos from my visions and dreams that rose with my voice singing, and then fell onto the battlefield having no inner support to hold them.

This unbearable weight of creativity.

I have now learned to slow down my nervous system enough to be able to hold this energy and stand still inside of each creative idea without it knocking me down to the ground. 

Now I can hold the weight of it. 

With rooted feet and legs, hips, belly, heart and voice I can hold and support this weight of creativity that has felt unbearable to me before.  

To sing beautifully requires a body that can hold the weight of a voice and the feelings that accompany the sound.

This is what makes the study of singing the best teacher of support that I know of. 

I have built a supportive body that holds my creative ideas like a good parent might.  

I have the discernment and love for each idea as it enters my purview as I try not to react in panic as this surge of imagination lands on me with its weight. 

The weight of it reminding me of other weights that landed on me at other times.  

Knowing the difference. 

Knowing how to respond. 

Having a choice. 

My beautiful ideas have fallen through the cracks and through my hands so many times that I believed that I would never be able to hold them and nurture them into existence. 

I had to learn to grow up around each idea enough for it to trickle into me gently and not roughhouse me as it arrived. 

Singing and the study of singing has taught me this. 

I have also witnessed this torture in my students over the years.  They come with a strong desire to sing and create but without knowing how to support themselves in this. 

The powerful energy of creativity and expression arises in them and the only seeming option is to push it down and step on it because of the lack of support that person had in their upbringing.  

Unsupported creative genius can make a mess inside of a persons body as the powerful repressed energy of life gets caught and trapped inside.

Aches and pains move around like phantom limbs and illness and disease grow up into adulthood, instead of the beautiful works of art that are waiting for them at chairs and tables. 

I help people to find their voice whether it be through singing or speaking.

Creative energy is the essence and backbone of the voice and it needs support for it to align and flow freely within us. 

Supporting  this creative, flowing power by slowing down enough to recognize itself again for the innocent life force that it is.

Being able to recognize the difference between; the natural rising of the creative life force and the fear of this life force. 

The old paradigm of the patriarchy puts as its bench mark of success – Struggle, Punishment, Pushing and Suffering. 

We need a new paradigm and I have been building one.

They say a creative life is courageous. 

They say it can make some go mad.

We all have this energy in us.

Some have more access to it than others. 

Some have a harder time with it than others. 

It has been my struggle and my greatest teacher. 

It has helped me to give birth to my Voice Connections work and to give life to a whole other creative expression that I would have never expected had I not had Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.

Oh my friends my friends forgive me, that I live and you are gone, there’s a grief that can’t be spoken there’s a pain goes on and on.”

May we all pull up a chair at a table and not be afraid of who sits down.

 

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