In an
apartment, sometime in the mid-90s, a rare three feet of snow outside in
Maryland, with my two young children and my husband (at the time), nebulous
tension floated in the air and in my stomach. I was in the bathtub. It was my
sanctuary – a place for my thoughts to be still. Or, for me to be still and let
my thoughts rise like steam to my awareness.
I spent a
lot of time in baths that winter. On this day, though, in this bath, as my
feelings, my identity, my life direction continued their ceaseless percolation,
I suddenly understood. “I’m an Artist!”
I
remember telling my husband, a talented jazz musician, “I figured it out (my
career decisions, my general restlessness), I’m an Artist!” He wanted to be
nothing but supportive of me and was in so many ways – and he said, “You don’t
just become an artist by declaring yourself an artist.” In some respects he
was, of course, right. But this conversation was the jumping off point for the
rest of my life, to date.
I
believe, yes, a writer is one who writes. An artist is one who “makes art.”
And, the talent, beauty, grace, truth, wisdom, storytelling and experiential
pleasure offered by the artists in this Artists Tell Their Stories blog holds a
high bar for that truism.
And,
there is something inside of all of us, something about our relationship with
the process of creation, the Creative Process – both when we are actively
creating and producing, and when we are Being – living as experiential human
beings – that defines us as Artists. My passion is right here: swimming
in my own experience of Creative Process and exploring and expanding the many
contexts in which I can access that Sea of Oneness, of Possibility, of
Creation.
The
peace, delight, healing and, sometimes awe-producing energetic experience of
being in “the flow” as I write is directly tied to my experiences in and with
Nature – and my experiences of myself as a spiritual Being. The beauty and gift
for me in being (I dare say) an Artist is the interplay of those aspects of
myself that are connected to Nature, the Here and Now, and All That Is.
I write
and think about this way more than I can share here – I call it articulating the
intangibles of human existence. It’s my incessant need to keep licking away at
the sweet tootsie pop of human experience (the human condition, what I call the
“accoutrements of human existence”), to get at the tootsie roll center of pure
Truth: Timelessness, God, Love, Spirit, Source, Oneness, the Loving
Consciousness that Connects All of Us, the Thread of Light through All That Is, the Voice of Nature that speaks to us and through us On the Breeze of Time - in forms eloquent and clumsy.
So, under
my larger “Voice of Nature on the Breeze of Time”, I am Treevibes.
Treevibes is my poet, spirituo-philosophic writer, performer, ritualistic,
Shamanic, Creative Expresser-Self in the Artistic world (per se).
Seavibes is a new branch of the Voice of
Nature on the Breeze of Time and is emerging as a consultancy, along with Fresh
Air at Work. These are new-born venues to bring forth – in more
typically professional realms – gifts, tools and less visible or tangible
realms to which we have access as human beings.
Here is a video of me, intended to embody a sense of my
perspective, singing a chant-song I wrote. Hope you enjoy!
I’d like to do a shout-out to the Hawk behind me in the tree out the window in my yard that winter day – telling me to record these songs, then and there. I’d like to thank the Sun, Birds, the Trees, and the stillness of the Air that quiet January morning. And I’d like to thank Whatever Connects Me with All That Is – for continually refreshing my intuitive awareness of that Connection.
Peace and
love and thank you,
Laura
Editor's Note:
To see more of Laura's work, please visit her YouTube channel. She is in the process of revising her website.
This is
Week 15 of 52 Artists in 52 Weeks. Thank you for reading, listening, and
sharing Laura's story today!
Laura, you (just now, in 2022!) helped me realize something of my art--I love telling children the Three Little Pigs story, and I did it several times back when my children were little. I loved doing it, and the kids jumped right in and chanted in singsong: "Who is it??" each time the wolf said he wanted to get in. Total delight all around!
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