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Do you ever feel just plain stuck? You want to get some creative activities going but you just can’t seem to get the juices flowing.? Or are you looking for a method to expand your consciousness? I have found “multi-tracking” to be an invaluable exercise.
Most of us are aware that our five senses give us information about the world outside of ourselves. But have you ever tried to make your senses work for -- right NOW?
By this I mean can you smell the dead fish after they have fermented in a bucket in the hot sun? Can you make your fingers get so cold right now that they feel numb? While just sitting in your chair reading this article, can you feel the softness of a newborn kitten?
Most of you would say of course not. Regardless of how creative we are, our five senses operate like a giant biofeedback system. In most cases our five senses are designed for our protection so we don’t get run over by a train or bump into a wall or burn our fingers by leaving them on a hot stove.
Our five senses also work only in the moment. So the best we can do is to remember or recall a specific event when we “smelled” the roses. We can remember how warm and cuddly we felt snuggled under a blanket with our favorite stuffed toy.
But did you know that you can open vast creative activity when you use your senses metaphorically? For example, you might mix hearing with seeing, so that you hearthe stripes of the zebra. You can also open up new creative thinking by having objects do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do, such as having the moon whisper silent sunsets into my ear.
Here is a longer multi-tracking exercise:
Find a place where you can sit quietly . . . begin to notice your breathing . . . track the air coming into your right nostril . . . and the left . . . track the air as it fills your lungs . . . and reaches your brain . . . then breathe through the soles of your feet . . . and follow the air up through your body . . . and move it out the top of your head.
Breathe in again and breathe out in short breaths . . . follow the rhythm . . . to the beat of a distant drum . . . coming faster and faster . . . spiraling to a ski slope in the Alps and encircling the neck of a giraffe . . . .
Smell the busy flurry of a hive of bees . . . as you allow your feet to be immersed in a bowl of jello . . . squish the golden light between your toes . . . tumbling head over heels into a space surrounded by the soft sounds of green pines . . . lick the pinkness of peppermint ice cream . . . as you smell the softness of puppy breath . . . basking in the warmth of the sun . . . holding the moon in your right hand.
Trace triangles on the left side of your brain . . . and play tic tac toe . . . on the tummy of a black bear . . . seeing the taste of honey dripping through the trees in the Amazon forest . . . that makes the crickets giggle . . . and the baking bread in your oven sigh . . . now draw circles around the arteries in the palm of your left hand . . . that fly through the air with the grace of a Canadian goose . . . to land softly on the whisker of a tiny kitten . . . growling at the silence of winter.
Yawn now . . . letting the Easter bunny run down your tongue . . . in search of the holy grail . . . marching through endless time . . . listening to the purr of the ancient Sphinx . . . as it nestles in a mound of snow . . . as he rises to greet the sun . . . calling forth remembrance of one heart . . . one mind . . . scattered throughout space . . . like droplets of endless time . . . transformed into stars . . . that twinkle in the middle of your left eye.
Awaken now . . . to a new awareness . . . an awareness of being capable of endless images . . . pouring forth all that is creative within you . . . making a larger whole . . . than the sum of your imagined parts . . . .
Awaken with new intent . . . to recognize that it is you who is the thinker of the thought . . . the dreamer of the dream . . . the maker of meaning . . . capable of dreaming the impossible dream . . . and inventing your own miracles.
By doing this process you may find that you can evoke new meaning and much more creativity when you re-order the relationships between time and events. In that process, we find new connections. Yet it is more than that. In finding new connections, we alter the sense of who we are in the universe. |
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