The Creative’s Workshop

100 days later…

100 days later…

May 21, 2020
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A celebratory hour in lieu of 100 dailies in The Creative’s Workshop. An hour in honor of the letter S, in the form of:
Sensational (work, engagement, cohort!)
Shift (what has been the shift?)
Stranger (who was your unexpected stranger and what did they give you?)
Shipping (What have you shipped and what has it meant to you/those you serve?)
Step (Next step? How to continue doing your work?)
Salute (100 dailies later!)

What was it like for you 100 days ago?
Less energy. More lethargy. Ready to step into the land of ”don’t know what”.

What has changed in 100 days?
Me!
Energized. Awed and wowed!
A tankespjärn-community launched. Friendships forged.
INSIGHTS & CLARITY!

Who was your unexpected stranger and what did they give you?
Mary Ellen Bratu and our Reading Retreats, a gift I will carry with me for life!

What have you shipped and what has it meant to you (and those you serve)?
My tankespjärn-community on Patreon. Taking baby-steps.
I’ve truly seen the generosity inherent to shipping.

What’s the next step? How will you continue doing the work?
One day at a time, generously sharing and shipping.

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Worthy of celebration

May 20, 2020
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100 dailies in a row. Done deal. And, for me, not a feat in and of itself. I do stuff like this. My go-to example is the fact that I did my 2103rd morning seven exercise routine in a row this morning. Now, writing is definitely different from exercising, but since January 23rd, 2013 when I started #blogg100, a 100 days of daily blog posts challenge, I have published 2450 posts. Now, granted, some days I have published more than one post, but not that often, if my memory serves me. January 23rd, 2013, until May 20th, 2020, is 2674 days in total. So, if no posts are published two a day, that leaves 224 days of no blog posts. But say I might have double-posted 100 days… or for the fun of it, let’s say that in these 7+ years, I’ve not blogged for a full year. That still leaves 6+ years of blogging.

But.
That’s. Not. The. Point.

The point is 100 days of absolutely rocking, amazing, expanding, tankespjärn-rich, generous, sensitive, full-on, mind-boggling, laugh-inducing and loving comments, interactions, relationship-building.

That’s what’s so friggin’ amazing about these 100 days of dailies, totally worthy of celebration and cheer!

I have laughed. Cried. Been confounded. Annoyed. Frustrated. Confused. Enriched. Curious to find out more. Impressed. In awe. Sad. Nervous. Perhaps even a touch of anger in there. But more than anything, I’ve been energized. In its totality, that’s the main takeaway I have from these 100 days of The Creative’s Workshop. I have gotten so much energy from it. And I know, I’ve contributed with mine as well. A regenerative community, if ever!

Even though the official part of the workshop – with the 100 dailies challenge accompanied by 31 prompts and a handful of bonus prompts – is coming to its end today, we students are granted access to the space for another 50 days. Luckily. As there is still so much more to do and be here. I have prompts as yet unresponded to, and I have a mind to start over and redo/revisit/tweak my responses to the prompts, not to mention all the connections I want to deepen while the opportunity exists.

But then, after, mid-July, when it is closed, finished, finito, I expect I will be all cheesecake out, in the very best of ways, ready to simply sit back down. Relax. Reflect. Remember. Revere. But not yet! There’s another 50 days to go first!

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Insights that truly shake me to my core

May 17, 2020
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I haven’t gotten the text on the victim vs perpetrator-perspective in the bag yet. Did discuss it with some wise friends today, and… it will come. I won’t let it go. But it’s still not ready.

And then… I wrote another text last night, after having done three more prompts in The Creative’s Workshop. The prompts gave me an insight into two modes of mine, perform/deliver and discovery, and the text I wrote a few hours later was directly related to this.

You see, a while after finishing those prompts, I got such a massive insight into my own behaviors, into where I slide easily into discovery mode, and where I stick to perform/deliver as if it was a life-raft, even though it’s most likely dragging me down, rather than saving me.

And it’s gotten to be a habit – a routine? Or perhaps even a ritual? – to write in situations like this. When hit by insights that truly shake me to my core, putting fingers to keyboard helps me find, what it is I suddenly see. It’s a way for me to step fully through the door that the insight invites me into, which is the way I describe what tankespjärn is. So yes. Insights, for me, are most often tankespjärn of the highest quality!

This insight is personal. Deeply personal.
And I don’t know if it’s to be shared widely.
Not yet.

I have to digest it a bit, wrap myself (not my head. My self! Significant difference for a recovering head-footer-person, i.e. the head with feet attached that small children draw as their first attempt at humans, that I am.) around it, and just let it be.

I did share it with two of my absolutely closest compadres, directly. They are as close to me as my own skin, in many ways, and I know, there’s nothing but love and support to be gotten from them. And within minutes and hours, I had gotten just that, from both of them. Love. Support. And more love.

The process… now and again, there are variations to the general process of writing, and this is one of them. When it’s something that hits home, deeply affecting me, I need to make sure that I am not bleeding from any wounds, before sharing. If I am, the reader gets more than they should, and it’s not fair on them. It’s not for me to spread my hurts, wounds, sorrows, on others, widely.


#tankespjärn, for those who wish to discover. More. Other. New.
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30 minutes of daily gardening

April 27, 2020
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In a Zoom call yesterday with a group from The Creative’s Workshop, each of us set an outside-of-work-more-relaxing-taking-a-break-from-stuff daily goal for the upcoming week, and mine was 30 minutes of daily gardening. Realizing now, as I sit here in the morning getting ready to leave for work, that I will have a hard time to squeeze that in today, if I am also to do dailies and blog, besides getting home from work around 5:30 pm and then – hopefully! – having outside choir practice 6:30 to 8 and then guitar lesson 8:30-9:30. Somewhere in there, I have to get some dinner in me as well!

And yet… this is what lures me into these types of challenges, to actually see what I can make possible which, normally, is way more than I (or those around me) sort of think is possible. And very appropriately today’s meditation from the Chopra Center that I am taking at the moment, centered on pure potentiality:

Through the law of pure potentiality I can create anything anytime anywhere.

So there! An added 30 minutes of gardening should be a breeze then, right? And will definitely make for quite a shift in my garden over the next week, that’s for sure! And having taken 15 minutes to get my dailies and blogging done for the day, hey, my 30 minutes of gardening is much more likely to take place. 

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Be a purpose finder.

April 24, 2020
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Don’t be a purpose seeker, be a purpose FINDER. This morning @helenaroth opened up our minds to the possibilities in being kinder to yourself, playful in your approach and curious in your intentions. In doing so, your purpose will have a much easier time finding YOU.

That’s what they wrote a few hours after the fact, the lovely crew volunteering for Creative Mornings MALPurpose was the theme of this morning’s workshop. I was asked last week if I wanted to host it, their first ever Creative Mornings MAL (as in Malmö) meetup over Zoom, and of course, the Swedish heritage of Pippi Longstockings made me say Sure, I’d love to!

And I did. Love it that is.
And it went really well!
And I’ve learned so much these past years, not in the lest in the past two months on The Creative’s Workshop on how to run quite engaging and interesting and interactive workshops/meetings on and off Zoom, that it felt great to get to practice it first hand.

The theme, purpose, is an old friend of mine. I’ve written about it numerous times, clothing it in varying costumes, but at its core… same thing. Now, I didn’t prepare full-on, I admit. I talked the theme and my idea of setup over with my contacts at CM MAL, and jotted down notes for myself simultaneously. Checked out a few of those old blog posts of mine, and flicked through The Book of Awakenings for some added inspiration, and then, early this morning when I woke up, I had a general outline on my mind. So I grabbed pen and paper to give myself a few possible stepping stones.

I used a few of those stepping stones. Some were left unused on the paper. And a few new ones popped up in the moment. And that is what I do best. That was made very clear last year when I did my Pecha Kucha; I do better when I riff. It requires the setting to be one where riffing is possible, of course, but that is also what attracts me. It’s a frame that suits me. And having figured that out, is quite helpful as well.

And yeah. I do have a purpose in life. My why is to make a positive imprint, and the how that goes with it, is me being an agent of change. But most importantly, I didn’t invent it. And I didn’t search for it, but rather, it found me.

What about you? Have you found your purpose in life? Or has it found you?


#tankespjärn, for those who wish to discover. More. Other. New.
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When I sound like me, what do I sound like?

April 11, 2020
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When I sound like me, what do I sound like? 

The Creative’s Workshop continues to prompt me with questions like this one. Questions that give me ample amounts of tankespjärn. Questions which cause me to back off for a few days, letting whatever my response will be percolate within, before actually sitting down to respond. Just did prompt 21 [out of a total of 35, dished out three a week], which I have been sitting on for the past week, and a g a i n I am astounded that there is so much value to them, a n d how they simply pull me into them once I give them my focus for but a few initial minutes. After that I don’t have to keep my focus on it anymore, because I am hooked. Hooked by the question, hooked by the challenge, hooked in eagerness witnessing what comes out of my fingers doing their dance across the keyboard.

After prompt 21, I opened prompt 22 and it flowed out of me like melting waters in spring flow into a mountain stream.


#tankespjärn, for those who wish to discover. More. Other. New.
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No.

April 8, 2020
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Working from home.
That’s what I had on my agenda today.
Turns out.

No.
I would not be working from home today. 

Instead… I slept until nine thiiiirty.
Finished reading All the light you cannot see (just read it. It’s that good.).
Checked Social Media.
Said Yes to join the next-door neighbor for a PoGo-raid at the playground down the street, so quickly did my daily Seven and then didn’t have time to get dressed so walked barefoot, with uncombed hair in my bathrobe and managed to snag a Landorus.

Got dressed. Had breakfast, or lunch, more like it?
Handed over receipts and invoices to my Jenny who came over, having a sit-down for half an hour or so, to catch up. 

By now it’s 1 pm. This is when I truly decided that No, I will not be doing any work today.
So instead, I went for a barefoot walk.
Returned All the light you cannot see to the library (just read it. It’s THAT good.).
Went home and sat in the garden for the rest of the Buddhas by the roadside-episode that accompanied me on my walk.

Went inside. Laid down on my bed, keeping Pop company, read a few pages on another book, talked a bit to Alma, read some more. Did my Wim Hof deep-breathing exercise.

Went bike-riding while Alma went to buy Indian take away… which turned into a falafel instead. Ganesha closed on account of Corona. Bummer.

Time-coded the uncut episode of Buddhas by the roadside from the 7th of April, while writing a daily for The Creative’s Workshop.

And now… blog post published, will finish watching an episode of The English Game on Netflix, play a tune or two on my guitar, and then, head off to bed.

Tomorrow is another day! And tomorrow, I will be working. At least some…

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The reading retreat.

April 6, 2020
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Writing retreats, I’ve done. Alone. Together.
A day, two, three.

But never an official reading retreat.

One could argue I’ve been doing reading retreats ever since I learned how to read, because, to quote my mom, once I did I never stopped. Countless weekends I’ve spent immersed in great novels; laying away many a night, reading, totally engrossed in a story, making me experience life as a Viking slave, an Egyptian princess, a Vietnamese poet, a cave-woman, or explore the vast skies astride a flying dragon in some magical universe, similar and yet so different to my own.

But thanks to a The Creative’s Workshop-colleague writing about wanting to take time to read, I suggested she do a reading retreat, and all of a sudden, we had a date, going from idea to fruition in the space of three days. 90 minutes, over Zoom, all in all, four people, even though two sort of played a relay-game with each other, with one leaving as another entered the room. The Zoom-room.

…to be, without the intent to talk I said when we checked in prior to one reader leaving for another meetup. I’ve done many a type of meeting online, but never, truly, one where the intention was not to talk, but to be, and to read.

And I loved it.

As we shared half-time my co-creator was reminded of a quote by Lynda Barry, who has said about art-making that it’s this thing that we do alone together.

And I loved it. Alone. Together.
It felt so good. You know, like sitting in a room with a best friend, in total silence, and absolute companionship, doing whatever one pleases, but together? That’s what it felt like.

A gift.
One I want more of.

Would you like to join me sometime?

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We need each other

April 5, 2020
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Earlier this week, I got in a Zoom-call with my newfound friend Alison Coates. We are both attending The Creative’s Workshop, and what she’s doing is the type of Nik Askew-films that I’ve been enamoured with for the past… oh, ten years at least? Possibly more? 

Today, given social distancing (oh, how I wish the correct term was physical distancing! Because that’s what it’s about, truly.), she’s experimenting with doing these films online, using Zoom, rather than meeting face to face with a camera in tow. I booked a session with her (you can do too!), and am thrilled at what she managed to do with our 45 minutes. Working out the technical kinks is an ongoing process, but doing that as she goes along is inspiring to me. Not waiting until it all works seamlessly but rather doing that which wants to be done. (And honestly, how much ever works seamlessly unless we do some type of beta-testing?)

The result – had me amazed. Grateful at jumping at the chance to play with her. And me.
Click here to view We need each other.

Oh, and as I was doing my best to do a good set-up for Alisons zoom-call/recording, I was walking around my house trying to find a spot that had
1) good lighting
2) a fairly non-messy background
3) sufficient distance to youngest kid busy playing an e-sport-tournament on his computer
… I ended up in the basement bathroom, picture-proof here:

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Stumbling. Fumbling.

March 31, 2020
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What to do now?
What to write on the Patreon site?
How to start to engage my early adopters, the first handful of Patreons who have stepped up, stepped in, and are ready to dance? 

Stumbling.
I am.

Fumbling.
I am.

Unsure.
I look at this. Nah.
At that. No way.
Discard the third thing and then…

What would your response to yourself be if you saw this time as an invitation to dance?

I get this response from Sue Heatherington in The Creative’s Workshop, and it has me relax, exhale, laugh a bit at myself, and start to dance. And all of a sudden, I’ve posted my first post in the brand-new #tankespjärn-community. And there’s more to come!


It –the #tankespjärn-community– is for those who wish (be it consciously or just through some type of itch) to discover.
More. Other. New. The multiverse available to us all.

It’s all about you. About your very own personal starting point, whoever and wherever you are.
You are a person who would benefit from reflection, from observation of self and the world around you, from discovering habits and patterns of old and asking (not once, but regularly) how or if they still serve.

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