Creativity is the ability to respond to all that goes on around us, to choose from the hundreds of possibilities of thought, feeling, action, and reaction and to put these together in a unique response, expression or message that carries moment, passion and meaning.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes

For how long have I been dreaming of the possibility to hold seminars into the woods?
For how long have I been hearing the call and having the vision?
For a very long time. Creabilit  hadn’t been born yet and I was already there. At home.
The woods are my house. There is no other place which resembles me.

Finally, this summer, I’ve allowed myself to hold seminars about creativity into my beloved woods: seminars that are dedicated to Highly Sensitive People. The seminars for building a sensitive shield have given us deep emotions and unforgettable colours in Nature.

The woods and Mother Earth are the great Masters of the Light. They help us, they speak out, if we know how to listen to them.
They have spoken. We have listened, felt and built. 

I’ve felt enormous gratitude towards you. You are open-minded, surrounded by your dreams and prepared to embrace everyone. Cheers and thanks to you. I will keep you in my heart.

I’m very grateful to have met you over this path and shared unique moments with you. I appreciate the sensitive words you have chosen to help this project of the Soul:

An Airbag for Sensitivity: the woods, a shield and I.

Marilena Florio is a dear friend of mine: one of those who are in the lucky class “we weresomething together in a previous life” (maybe more than once), but, for the first time, after the workshop into the woods, I’ve met a different Marilena: I liked this version of her as much as I liked the one I used to know.

Marilena, with her quick wit, her attention to each one of us, her deep listening and a good
amount of assertiveness, took me to reconsider my sensitivity and helped me to make it a
strength rather than a weakness. At the end of the seminar, I’ve also learned how to defend it
from external attacks.

I said “yes” to the seminar about trust, but I had already regretted it since two days from the
beginning of the course: it was hot, I didn’t want to look into myself, I didn’t want to draw
and especially face something which had been a cause of pain and suffering in my life.

The facts contradicted me. Afterwards, all the doubts I was having were just factors of
resistance to the change.
After ten minutes of activities, I was happy to have said “yes”.

Marilena accompanied me to be able to feel my inner self: under the shadows and the protection of many high trees and branches, as high as my daily snorts.

At the end of the day, a sensitive mapping of my soul was born. I was able to create a shield made in cardboard, designed and coloured by myself. A creative act which has the strength of a psycho-magical act.

I still have my physical shield. It’s in my house. But I don’t think there’s the need of hanging it above the fireplace as a kind of trophy (especially, if you are like me and you don’t have a fireplace in your house). The thing that matters the most is the fact that I built it. It exists and it will keep on existing within myself.

Today, I have an extra instrument and I’m happy about it.

Walter

The way home.

The morning of the seminar I was excited. A mixture of feelings: I was nervous, excited, moved. I mean, I was experimenting with all those things which are familiar to me whenever I come closer to something that I know it will
be touching.

And so it was, since the beginning. Since our first steps on the path which would lead us to
the “sacred space of work”. I immediately noticed that the shape of the woods which would host us seemed like the shape
of a gigantic shield. I believe that was the first greeting to us. Here is alright and the time is now.

Now, through the building of my shield made of cardboard, I look back to what happened like
if we were in a movie: I start becoming small again, and I’m walking to that place that hosted me, starting feeling as I belong there. And, of course, I belong there. I know woods which are a more breath-taking panorama but that specific Community of Mother Earth is perfect for the message we had to build for ourselves.

We didn’t feel the urge to show and demonstrate anything to anybody. We didn’t need to let people know how many and which things we are aware of. We have lived and discovered things during our life. And all of this happened because our minds were completely free from any judgements. Marilena, since the beginning, has been able to make ourselves at home.

Marilena has been good. A great and quiet master. She helped us to pass through time and different worlds. She put me in front of a magical mirror, I guess…


And all the rest of it was like entering Narnia throughout a closet door.


There were exercises, shamanic journeys, meditations and contacts with the past and the future. But also there was the complicity of the fellow I’ve bumped into and who has never let me alone (it was nice being supported by another soul), the messages received, interpreted and sent, or the suggested solutions. A combination of ingredients for our magic potion: the one we created and shared; the one which awakened me and roused the memory of my power.


I don’t remember how long I’ve been close to the spiritual world. I believe it has always been a part of me but, sometimes, one might get lost. It happened to me. And no one can really know how to return to the right path..


That day, right there, I believe I stepped for the first time into the right path. And I kept on walking. Step by step, I was starting getting reacquainted with myself and the power which lives in me and was not able to find me anymore. Now, it walks with me again. It guides me. It talks to me. Together, we are looking for something that the other part of me knows but I still don’t.


I work. I live. I have a family and many responsibilities. Whenever I need I look at my drawing on the shield I’ve created and I remember. I usually burn some pine resin and start remembering. Maybe everything is connected just to one thing: remember.


Thank you, Mari and Walter

Damiana

 

There is a perfect time
when the Soul goes out to play and dance above life.
Marilena Florio