A Unicorn, a Whale, and a Cloak of Invisibility
The biography of a creative
Most biographies are boring
They’re full of mundane details like these:
Hello, my name is Tree. (ok, that’s a bit unusual)
I live on a big island on the west coast of Canada.
For most of my life, I worked in business as an accountant, in marketing, and then as a controller for a large educational institution. Eight years ago I decided to change my career path, to property management, which gave me more time for writing and travel.
Are you asleep yet? Maybe you’re eyes are glazing over just a little bit….
I‘m not going to list degrees and accomplishments here.
It’s a struggle to balance my business persona with the creative poet inside me and today, the poet is winning.
I’m honored to be the mother of four lovely adults who live close enough that I can see them fairly often, but far enough away that they have their own lives.
Best of all, I’m married to the love of my life.
Get more creative with your bio:
Think about what you want to tell your readers.
The last two decades have been filled with remarkable experiences that went beyond my expectations of what my life would be like.
I took these experiences and fooled around with words until I found a way to describe how magical they were in my life.
Here’s what I came up with:
The whispers became louder until they were impossible to ignore so I made a difficult choice and stuck with it.
This was the decade I let the pieces fall to shatter on the earth and didn’t pick them up again. It was the decade I broke up with my give a damn.
I shifted the earth under my feet, and later stood in a place where gods were born and felt it shift again.
I surrendered my arm to the sharpened point and felt the ink settle as the temple scroll design came to life.
I found a community where I could be a version of myself that I didn’t know. I introduced myself to me; each of us was changed by the interaction.
I came upon genuine, heartfelt friendships in an imaginary world of light and screens when I wasn’t aware I was seeking them. They manifested into physical existence.
I let go of living up to others’ expectations and imagined my own. Then I let go of all of my expectations of the future and lived in the moment.
I poured my heart and soul onto paper and sifted the words until I was left with their essence. I experienced the joy of holding my words in my hands.
I created a unicorn of magical connection, a sparkling trail of shimmering light shot into the air. It flew across the ocean, across a country to land on an island far away, bringing messages of hope and life and rebirth.
I opened my mind and stepped through every portal, even as I held my lover close and whispered invocations in his ears.
I sat in a glass cage suspended high above the mountains and used my eyes and hands to expand connections and create an understanding that laughter brings.
I wove spells with words, shaping them into containers that carried my emotions into minds and hearts of souls far away. I discovered that we are all the same; living and loving on this planet we call earth.
I set aside comparison and its harsh companion of judgment. Instead, I used my breath to gently coax the favor of connection and inclusion, the love partners who heal.
The gods brought me insights into a country and its people by smiting me down at the top of a mountain so I could experience a glimpse of their lives as I lived my own.
I let go of control and put my fate in the hands of surgeons and into the palms of the universe. It took a total release of all of my inputs into outcomes and full faith in healing.
I heard a story of loss and longing in a dream and found a way to bring comfort and connection to youth in need on the planet.
I learned to live in the moment, let go of the past and stop projecting into the future.
I spoke with my angels and they sent a message back. I breathed into past life bindings and dissolved them into pieces.
I stepped into the river and stood until the water rose over my head. I held my breath with my eyes wide open and when the water receded, I was on the shore of a new country.
I released flocks of judgments and watched them swirl in the sky before landing on ocean waves where they slowly disbursed into grains of salt.
I sat in a chapel with hundreds of souls and lived for days in the energy of their light, commingled with mine. I inhaled the essence of their beliefs and exhaled into the tribal circle.
I tasted the salt in the breath of a whale and stood transfixed as he lifted our small boat with bubbles as he lingered beneath us looking up.
I plunged my hands into the earth and placed an act of faith inside. I marveled at the magic of it all.
I walked the halls of learning, trailing my fingertips along the walls, inhaling a sweet vanilla scent of books. I nerded out on skeletons, rot, and the lure of mystery, pondering the pieces of the puzzle created by the end of life.
I rejected the invisibility cloak they assigned me, accepting a long purple dress of lace with glimpses of my youth. I learned to treat myself with gentle kindness as I navigated new passages and embraced new challenges.
Most of all, I live a life I choose, releasing my past stories, making way for new ones.
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🌬️🧂🐋 Love that line, what a magical thing to experience.
Beautiful, Tree! The words danced across the page and transported me to places I imagined.