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Steps on the story path: how to begin
Sunday, 01 May 2011 11:51
By Chip Richards

elizabethwebinars web adWe each have a note or verse to sing out that is uniquely us and is delightfully required in order for the song and story of creation to be complete. As we stand on the threshold of our own creative potential, this information can be a catalyst for both inspired action and petrified procrastination. How can we know what creative truth wants to come through us? What makes your idea or creative seed special or important to share? Maybe you know that you have an amazing idea swimming in your being, pulling at your soul to be shared, but you find yourself staring at the blank page, wondering where to begin.

I would imagine that, for every great story told, there are a thousand more that never reach the light of day beyond the doubtful doorway of their steward’s mind.

In the past ten years I’ve spent much of my creative time in the writing space and have come up against many of those early phase moments when the pressure of a project seems to weigh extra-heavy on those first few words. Amidst this journey, what I have learned is that often the more we want to write or create something of importance, the more pressure we put on ourselves, which in turn restricts our creative flow to the point that what emerges feels stifled and forced. Simultaneously, I have also realised that, when our agenda is simply to explore raw creative energy on the page (as we might in our journal), often truly profound expressions come through.

So the question is, how can we have both? How can we effectively channel our creative voice in the direction of meaningful expression, but do so in a natural and free flowing way, so that it feels effortless and expressive of our true essence? Here’s a simple exercise that has been a fun and potent doorway for many emerging writers to do just that.

This exercise is one that I often share early in workshops as a way of helping different people with varying creative intentions move onto the page with a real sense of connection. It is a very simple exercise, and like many of life’s truest gifts, it never ceases to amaze me how powerfully revealing it is of two things:

1.) We each have a unique perspective and way of expressing our creative voice.

2.) Even a very simple exercise can become a powerful doorway for our higher self to come through.

 

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The ‘5-word experiment’

I will give you five random words and 5-10 minutes to write a simple story, poem or descriptive moment that incorporates all five words. We can sit for hours (or years), wondering how best to start a story, but if we give our conscious mind a simple task like the 5-word experiment, it opens the door for our subconscious to naturally rise up and show us where it wants to go.

Are you ready? OK. The five words for today are: breath, imagine, free, belong, fly.


Take a few moments to reflect on these words, and then begin to write whatever comes. Write whatever you see, incorporating each of the words in whatever order or tense you choose. If you get stuck, just take a breath and ask, ‘What next?’ Then follow what comes – no right or wrong – enjoy.

The second and most powerful part of this exercise is to share what you have written. It always, always, always blows my mind to see how unique each person’s expression is, and how even the most resistant writers spring forth with prose and verse that give you chills. So, if you are feeling called to a greater expression of your own creative potential, I invite you to stop what you are doing right now, take five minutes to explore this exercise, then share what emerges in the comments section of this article.

I did this exercise (with these same words) a few weeks ago with a group. As always I was inspired beyond words by what emerged from the different individuals. Below is what came out for me (which was also a surprise at the time):


“Is this truly what I must do to be free?” thought the young brave, staring out from the cliff top to the grassy knoll way beneath. It seemed a very long way to drop. He had seen this done before many times. He had imagined this moment himself many times. But to be here standing on the edge, wings of the bird tribe fastened to his arms, the elders chanting behind him... his family and grandfather waiting around the fire below. Is this really where he belonged? Maybe he could just turn back… What was he seeking anyway, in making this big leap?  As if reading his mind, the Chief stepped up, with kind black eyes and said, “It’s not what you are seeking that is calling you. It is who you already are, that is waiting to greet you as you fly.” With that, the young brave took a breath and stepped out into the sky.”

Enjoy where the 5-word experiment leads you (and really let it lead you!), and we’ll see you on the path of story – as we each find our unique ways to express our note in the great creation song and story of life.

Chip_RichardsChip is a screen-writer, story-teller and workshop presenter. If you are interested to extend your writing and creative skills further, you may like to look at Chip's online course here

www.writingthestorywithin.com

 
Comments (18)
  • Anne-Marie Bland  - my sharing (thank you for this wonderful article-I

    I imagine that I can fly free of my body and return to where I belong.....and then my breath returns me to my personality, my passport to life on earth....
    One day I will fly free :love:
  • Jan Olsson  - re: my sharing (thank you for this wonderful artic
    quote=Anne-Marie Bland]
    I imagine that I can fly free of my body and return to where I belong.....and then my breath returns me to my personality, my passport to life on earth....
    One day I will fly free :love: [/quote]

    Imagine this is your last breath...
    What would you do?
    Would you cling to it or let it go?
    Cling to it and die?
    Or let it free to where it belongs -
    To fly?



  • Will Polak  - 5 words creative flow experiment breathe, imagine
    I breathe in and the hope of the world fills me with longing. I feel the pain of ages past and the many futures to come. There are many universes, many paths, many possibilities, or so I imagine. I believe we are free, yet doubt niggles, teasing me with the lack of knowing, the absence of really ever truly being able to know. Can I stand it, can you? It seems we can. And then we can't. And then we can. And then we can't. Love and peace, intolerance and war. Kindness and understanding, self-interest and disinterest. The freedom of man, of you and of me, allows for many things of many colours. Not all of them nice, not all of them bright. We see only what we can see, some say it is what we want to see, but its not the same. Want implies choice and we are not always choosing, there is too much to choose from too much to take in. Take belonging. do you choose where you belong? You belong to your family, you belong to your city, you belong to your nation, you belong to this world. Which did you choose? I know some who would say it was always a choice, that you were an angel, a spirit force of Source before you were born. Choosing your parents and the physical existence that they offered to your spirit force of Source. I don't believe it. I don't believe because i don't remember; I cannot take, I choose not to take, that leap of faith that takes me across the threshold from embodiment into another dimension of my existence. It is the same that I cannot fly. I took a leap, not long ago, through the open door of a small plane 10,000 feet in the air. I did not fly and I do not believe that if I believed (enough) I could have flown. I fell and I feared, and now i fear that that fear is a flaw in me. My loving partner and mother of my children says she flew, "held up in the hands of god", even while she was falling. It was her birthday present, not her choice. Thus it is that we are free. Free to believe. Free to fly. Free to be, or so it seems.
  • Susan Petch
    Thanks for this exercise. It was fun:

    I take a breath and imagine what it's like to fly like an eagle -
    To be free and belong to the sky.
  • Lee
    Take a deep breath and imagine you're free to fly away
    Yes you are
    And all along I thought you belonged to me
  • Jocelyn Hall  - Jo Hall - five words, ten minutes. Amazing.
    Bird flying free
    Breathing belonging

    What would it feel like to be a bird, flying free in the sky. It would feel breathless, gliding above the earth, looking down on the trees and people. Of course the bird is free to land on a tree at any given moment, and to fly with his flock, his tribe, his alike type in this world that identifies him as belonging to a family.

    As the bird flies and swoops, landing on a branch, pecking in the ground for worms or twittering to his family he is breathing and in this breathing he is connected to himself. It is the one thing that is essential to his life.

    This bird, in its belonging and freedom brings joy and happiness to others around him. The unique colours and patterns of its feathers, the twill or shrill of its birdsong, the shape and size of its body, legs and beak convey a story of its life.
  • Elizabeth Aird
    Thanks Chip for the opportunity to do this exercise. I did enjoy the challenge.

    I was done. I had just written the last word of my very own life story. This was something I had thought about for what seemed a very long time. I always knew I had a story in me, one that was worth telling. As I sat thinking of the process that lay ahead for me to publish my book fear gripped me again. Fear was something I continually had to push through to complete this book, it was never far away. I was aware of the quickening of my breath as I began to imagine how my life would change if a publisher found my work to have marketable value. My children having all left home my time was now my own and I was free to really focus on persuing a few of my own interests and writing my memoirs was very high on my list. My father, a gifted writer, had encouraged me to write reminding me that I belong to a family with writing ability none of which had pushed through that fear barrier and accomplished getting any of their fine work published. My work now complete…can I be the first Fancourt to push through that fear, find my wings and fly?
  • Shanny  - My Place
    You could not imagine what I saw in my mind's eye.
    It was the place were I could truly let my soul fly.
    Where breath is not a necessity but a choice, and my power found expression through my voice.
    It was the place where I felt I truly belong.
    Where my heart and soul had found their one true song.
    I knew to close my eyes and then there I would be.
    Just source and breath and peace and love and forever me.
  • Lina  - Five Words
    If you can imagine breaking free of human form, you can imagine what it's like to be free. Free from judgement, non-love, hurts and pain. Free to fly to a better place - where love encompasses all. It can all happen in the space of a breath. Some call it death, but others call if life. This is where we all belong.
  • Derek  - Breathe
    Ahhh!!! I let it go in one long out breath.
    Sitting upon the mountain top I was home once again, where I belong.
    Vast valleys and plains opened below, the calm and peace greater than I could imagine.
    Lost in its beauty we became one, the mountain, the plains, the wind that brushed my hair.
    As I sat, my spirit soared to the skies to fly with the great eagles above.
    Looking back down I could now clearly see I was free, forever free to be me.
    Thankyou I smiled and bowed.
  • Anne Lykke Mortensen  - or a verse to sing - 9/5/2011
    5 minutes to 9 or better 21:00 for there on the face is 24 hours, time to fly, a beautiful summer's day in May! Imagine, you are in the northern hemisphere, that is where I belong.
    A black long legged spider runs across the bare floor towards the kitchen cupboard, in search of a free meal.
    My breath inhales the scent of tulips a winter flower in bloom, standing tall, water in the vase. It's nearly winter, birds fly south.

    [verse belongs to author]
  • Melissa  - Stepping beyond
    Mary took a deep breath and imagined what it would be like to be free of this place – a place where she’d never felt she belonged. Her work as a writer in a government department certainly payed the bills, but deep down she yearned for something much more fulfilling.

    Her soul yearned to fly and find its expression in a much more creative form of writing. Yet it always seemed there was never enough time to write – there was always a good reason not to take the first step: “I’m too busy. I’ve got too much going on, I barely have time to do my washing, never mind write…” and so on.

    Then, quite by chance, she discovered an article about writing in an online magazine. The article urged her to reflect on five words then write for five minutes, so she did.

    And as she wrote Mary began to wonder if all the reasons she could never find time to write were actually excuses; a way of avoiding a truly creative expression which would push her beyond her comfort zone and take her to places unknown… a way of avoiding the need to step beyond the mundane and begin to explore hidden mysteries locked deep within, which at the moment seemed a little too scary to contemplate?

    (to be continued!)
  • Peter Butler  - Breath
    Breath. It’s what makes us human & unique,
    while at the same time, it connects us.
    It comes from deep within us,
    from our essential identity,
    Our unique personality & character.
    Life is a process of becoming more aware
    of our unique & special character,
    of letting it grow, of becoming free,
    becoming our true selves.
    But at the same time, it comes not from ourselves,
    but from beyond us.
    Our life-giving breath comes from the universe,
    our creator, who gives us our life, our uniqueness,
    our existence at this point in time, in this place,
    as part of the family & the community
    into which we were born – for this purpose – to be ourselves.
    To belong.
    To be part of the great, unfolding, universal story,
    the true story of creation,
    of life being & becoming.
    The story of us & the universe,
    the great, vibrating, universal whole.
    Finding our place in this story
    sets us free to be our true selves.
    So each time you take a breath,
    imagine this breath coming into you, then departing,
    returning to where it came from –
    & imagine yourself riding on the wave of this breath,
    flying through eternity, travelling further & further into that great unknown space
    that waits at the very centre of your being.
  • Michelle Forbes  - I belong
    I never imagined what it would be like to fly.
    It took my breath away to soar so high.
    To be free like a bird in the sky.
    "I belong" I cried.
  • Chip Richards  - Aho to the MUSE! Case in Point!!!
    It is beyond a pleasure to come here to this page and see so many deep and varied magnificent creative offerings.

    Each passage like a unique fingerprint pointing to the heart of the scribe. It is here in the simple differences of our interpretation of five simple words that we discover doorways to the unique gift that we each carry... and the incredible universal story that is shared by all!

    THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PROFOUND SHARING. Stay tuned for more articles of this nature... And I look forward to seeing what next will come from your bright pen to the page.

    ...And if you liked this simple creative doorway... you will LOVE the next round of the Writing the Story Within mentorship program (coming here on Living Now in August!).

    BRiGHT PEACE,
    Chip
  • jinty  - 5 words...
    My father's home is sold!
    Settlement today!
    A circle now ends
    A spiral complete...

    Not quite FREE to FLY just yet
    As a contesting of his Will
    Has me a-visiting
    Family values as a Till...

    A Will is sacrosanct..
    Did i IMAGINE that so?
    Patently not true!
    When Greed says "Helllooo!"

    I take a deep BREATH
    And IMAGINE pure flow...
    I am FREE to choose
    It BE-LONG or be-slow...

    I choose 'love' & 'surrender'
    I release 'BELONG' & 'that creep'...!
    I chuckle @ human nature
    and smile as i breathe deep...

    Thank you Chip for this opportunity!
    Jinty



  • j collins  - 5 words
    You don't imagine breath
    It's real
    But is it free?
    To breath is not to be.
    Trees are, though lungless.
    Humble and maligned
    E. coli floats inside your breathing flesh.
    What price then breath?

    A waking life with conscious breath
    But still not free -
    All flesh must die, must pass
    The grass, the tree.
    The shell must crack that never did belong to me.

    A harder task, more conscious breath,
    More self aware responsibility.
    The final breath
    Does not mean free.
    Takes more to fly
    Than just to say good-bye.
  • Inta Yates  - The New Me
    I set myself free at last - I now understand the power that is within me.
    I am no longer tied to guilt, fear and negativity.
    I embrace the new me!
    I belong to the universe.
    My creative energy is ready to fly to any place that I can imagine.
    That prospect is both exciting and profound.
    Every new idea has potential.
    I take in a deep breath and begin exploring.
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