Last week at Mindful MOSH, our monthly Jewish mindfulness gathering, Rabbi Elyssa Joy Auster guided us through the creation of personal mandalas, after which we had the opportunity to share with each other any insights we had into what we had drawn. Later, I commented that I hate to draw, and have hated to draw since childhood. Why? Because my drawings never looked like anything I do like to dabble in the margins, but drawing, that's a no.
My comment opened a floodgate of memories from those present of how they had been wounded by someone, often school teachers, who had told them that they couldn't draw, that they couldn't sing, that they couldn't dance, etc.
One person had this to say: "