My niece Michelle Johnson Fairchild is a brilliant artist. A few years ago, she expressed how difficult it was to paint over a piece she had done that never sold. She couldn’t always afford new canvases, so she undertook the heart wrenching task of choosing a painting to leave behind in favor of something new. This is what I told her….
I believe that every painting, poem, story, collage, sculpture, and burst of creation you bring into being is written forever upon the heart of Creation/Creator. Songs long forgotten, art never viewed except by the soul who fashioned it, poems we write only upon our hearts—all acts of creation—reverberate throughout the universe and settle into the consciousness of all life.
Stories and art live in the ethers and the collective as well. Once upon a time around 1988-89, I actually began writing a series of novels that involved a boy coming into his power and a villain who was an evil wizard with a name very much like Voldemort! I kid you not!! After a Hugo and Nebula award winning author critiqued my first chapters and outline and told me this book series was going to be huge and would change the world, I shrank from the story in fear and let it go because I wasn’t ready for that. It all seemed much too big for me at that time. Shortly thereafter, on a train in 1990, J.K. Rowling conceived the idea for Harry Potter, which involved the same themes and similar characters and settings. I learned that creation will have its say one way or another.
Stories that linger in the consciousness of the planet will be written by someone. Poems, art, songs, and all creations will come to fruition somehow. And nothing is ever gone. Once born even in the imagination of a single soul, the song is written into the Cosmos and becomes a part of the infinite expression of Creation. That’s what I believe anyway.
copyright 2022 Lillian D. Henderson
