My newest spot for inspiration on the web is at Jamie Ridler Studios. Jamie is a master at eliciting creative connection…connection with other creatives and connection with the self. Today, she has linked up with one of the people who has historically been a great source of inspiration for me, Oprah. Jamie explains that in Oprah’s magazine, O, Oprah explored the subject of personal power by asking her contributors to finish this statement, “I felt most powerful when…” Jamie shared her response and has asked the same of her readers.
For me, a few moments in my life have come to mind. But one stood out. Some years ago, I struggled with debilitating back pain. At the worst of it, I spent a week living on my couch because sitting and standing were nearly impossible. I am not sure what caused the pain. But I do remember a moment so powerful that it seemed to propel me towards my healing.
Laying on the couch one day, I began to feel about as helpless and hopeless as I had at any point in my life. I could feel myself grieving the freedom of movement I had enjoyed when my back was healthy. And as I began dreaming on the best of my body’s memories, something happened. I grasped onto HOPE. I found myself envisioning the day when I would be there in my living room, moving to the rhythm of world beat music. I imagined feeling the familiar tip and drop of my dancing hips, the wiggle in thighs and spark in my eyes. And then I felt myself so fully in that place of potential that my perspective switched. No longer was I the wounded woman grasping for hope, but now I seem to be the dancer exuding gratitude for the journey she had made out of the pain.
In that moment of hope and thankfulness, I found power again. And although the journey off the couch didn’t happen over night, it did happen. And on one afternoon when the house was quiet, I was all by myself. I stepped into that room where hope first found me. I put on a beat with a bit of earthiness to it, and I danced my gratitude. My back was as quiet as the house. And although no one was in there with me, I was not alone. The woman on the couch (my wounded self) was my witness, and she watched as I dance a dance of healing for her. And somehow, although it seems a bit backwards, I felt like that dance helped heal her….the way her hope had healed me.