Imagine believing that one didn’t matter. It’s only one, or yet another one. Yet how often do we feel that we – I – don’t really matter.
This morning I walked into my living room and with absolute delight discovered a single flower that had blossomed, quite literally, overnight. It is possibly the only flower that this particular plant will produce this season. Or it is the first. One beautiful fragile flower. I felt a sense of elation and joy at the sight of this new life and exclaimed: “welcome to the world!”
Welcome to the world
You are here and you DO matter. We surely make up our own reasons for why we may or may not matter. Yet, maybe, we won’t always know in which ways we truly do.
One of the things I love most about making and sharing art is the possibility that somewhere, someone, will see that new creation and be affected by it. Touched and moved in some way by our unique interpretation of something.
Your creative contribution matters. Your art matters. You matter.
As always, I’d love to hear anything you’d like to share.
I love “We surely make up our own reasons for why we may or may not matter. Yet, maybe, we won’t always know in which ways we truly do.”
Your feedback and encouragement has meant A LOT to me!
Thanks so much for sharing, Suné. I think, when we recognise that we all have our individual struggles we can truly appreciate the importance of support and encouragement. I have huge respect and admiration for people who push past their fears and follow their need to create. We achieve so much more when we wish each other well and help each other. You are also a great support to me, and I really appreciate and value you!
I can relate to that ‘sense of elation and joy at the sight of this new life’. I have in the past scratched at a very dead looking plant, to find a bit of green left in it and then decided to give it another chance by placing it carefully in new soil to see if it would grow. I’m relating to the fact that it stirs up deep feelings of joy to see that one small decision can determine an outcome far reaching, beyond our own imagination. I can carry on and tell you more about this particular plant and where it is now, still growing … how I’m anticipating it flowering one day and maybe be an inspiration for an art work for someone. I can tell you how it represents memories of the class and their helpers that gifted it to me and all the art and craft we did together around many fun topics over the year that they were entrusted to me. In all this I can relate to the need deep inside of each of us to want to know that we do matter. Only with passage of time and other’s expressions of gratitude we might ever know. This morning I rest in the bigger picture of knowing that this first beautiful fragile flower you saw this morning is fulfilling its purpose, giving back to its creator, joy, simply being what it is meant to be. And your expression of it in art and in word art is inspiring me today to think deeply about my own purpose and how to come in line with my Creator to be this meaningful. Your words ‘welcome to the world’ are cheering me on.
You expressed your experiences and feelings so beautifully, Esther. Thank you for sharing! It’s so good to hear that you are drawing inspiration from what I have shared. It in turn encourages me. The word that jumped out at me, though it isn’t in your text, is HOPE. That plant that still had life in it still had hope. And by replanting it in fertile soil it could realign and continue with its purpose. You too had hope and gave it another chance. And look what happened! I think sometimes we just have to do, even when we aren’t sure where any of it is taking us. And we need to trust that what we do and just who we are is meaningful. Trusting with you that when we are open, willing and question, we receive all of the guidance and support that we need day-to-day. 💗
Another insightful post – thank you!
Realising that we matter is one of the hardest lessons we will ever learn. It is the kind of lesson that should start in kindergarten and be ongoing.
Although having said that I think as children we have a kernel of this in us already, but it gets lost along the way/taken away from us. We then spend much of our adult life trying to get it back.
Hi Leigh, great to read your comment, thank you! Yes, I think as we grow up we search for our identity and value in what we do, rather than who we inherently are. And that does seem to become a life long struggle.