Creative Arts = Healing Arts

I don’t know how many times I’ve been “saved” by music, art, dance, yoga, acting, poetry, singing, meditation, surfing, snowboarding, swimming, being in nature etc… All these amazing shapes of the same healing energy. Precious sources where I get in contact with my essence beyond reason and rhyme. Pure arts where the mind becomes the servant of the heart, where all that matters is here and now…they help me to BE love, BE myself, BE inspired, BE courageous. They are all treasures where I can open up freely.

Over the years I’ve understood more and more, the profound meaning of having these things in my life. I am so glad that I’ve found them, that I’ve let these things slip through. Sometimes I’ve found them with a happy open heart, and sometimes through the crack of a broken soul. In times of a broken heart and soul, when sad, devastated or lost, a lot of veils of prestige, knowledge, identification etc. are gone. In that nothingness left, there is space to find new ways, new things to open up to…that can be comforting, inspiring, and a change of life as well as enormously precious!

When I was in Bali earlier this year I bought this piece of art: a seaturtle-ring. It helps me remember the importance of listening to my inner Self and to the totem-animal within. The seaturtle gives me strength, love, and inspiration to follow my soul from ocean to ocean…

Expanding to new ways can be very exciting, yet scary…as always when welcoming the unknown…

These last two weeks have been filled with doubts. My gut-feeling has been shaky and insecure whether I should stay in Stockholm for the fall or not.

Two weeks ago I was sure that I was going to stay! I was settled with the decision, when a lot of negative energy was thrown my way…and all of a sudden I was just fed up and exhausted by all these “created problems” we have in our society. To me they all seem created way out of proportion and based upon fear and assumptions.

I just wanna love life and share that with other people P E R I O D. So, I started questioning again. “Is this where I am supposed to be now?”

A lot of meetings, conversations, situations, practices and pieces of art showed me new sides of myself that I hadn’t taken in carefully enough, when making that decision…

• I was skypeing with my friend Rachel in Australia when she made me realize that I was using the phrase “I think I should stay in Stockholm”… Instead she asked me, “so what do you WANT to do, where do you WANT to be”? I knew immediately that I wanted to go back to LA and then Australia for the first time, but wasn’t sure about the finances…
• I started painting again…was planning on practicing yoga but subconsciously I knew that there was something I had missed out on that might slip out if I changed routine…so I started to paint to let “it” out…
• The sentence ”what if leaving is a loving thing” was stuck in my head and followed me day and night for two weeks… (The title comes from a great album by the amazing Swedish band Sahara Hotnights).
• In the yoga-practice my teachers encouraged to “follow your path”, “open up to your truth” etc. All these beautiful reminders that become so important whilst combined with different asanas (postures). They guide me throught my breath towards my true self…
• I had a new melody on the guitar coming up all of a sudden. I hadn’t played for a week… this new tune made the words ”I can barely breathe” slip out in despair…”I don’t belong here” popped out too….I got spooked and didn’t dare to sing for a couple of days, afraid of what truths might slip my lips…

But I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t deny…

so here it is: I CAN BARELY BREATHE

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It’s been “hard” to admit that it just doesn’t serve my soul to be here right now. It’s growing pain here in another way than it is when I live in other places on earth, I guess it’s because I was born here and have a lot of history here. I love this place and it is one of my base-camps in the world, but I need something else right now. But as always when things are “hard”, it’s just beacuse I don’t admit the truth…I’m clinging and hangin on to an illusion that I’m stuck with… Once I let go, everything “clicks” and becomes effortless. I feel healthy again.

Last but not least, I wanna share this part that my friend Anders reminded me of the other day. It’s from “The POWER”:

…”what does it mean to be healthy? You may think that being healthy means that you are not sick, but being healthy is far more than that. If you feel okay or average, or nothing much at all, you are not healthy.

Being healthy is feeling the same way as little children feel. Little children are bursting with energy every day. Their bodies feel light and flexible; moving is effortless. They’re light on their feet. Their minds are clear; they’re happy, and free of worry and stress. They sleep deeply and peacefully every night, and they wake up feeling completely refreshed, as if with a brand-new body. They feel passionate and excited about every new day. Look at little children and you will se what being healthy really means. It is the way you used to feel, and it is the way you should STILL feel”…

I love you all!

Become your dreams and remember that sometimes leaving is a loving thing…

/Seaturtle