Spring sprinkles kiss the tall green grass as a light wind makes the stems flow like dancers in unison. The long porch is entertained by the droplets pinging off the metal roof like BB’s. Mindlessly I watch droplets dangle off the branches of wet spring foliage and drop into the puddles below, each drop creating a circle of waves as it hits, pushing farther and farther out from its center until one circle intersects another. These puddles are filled with waves created by the little circles. Though there is science behind the inertia of the droplet, the energy and movement, I can’t help but wonder what purpose they serve.
Throwing a pebble into a still pond makes a slight ripple, while a larger rock makes a visible splash and pushes much larger waves much farther out. The bigger the rock, the bigger the wave, the bigger its reach.
The Weight of Droplets
You, me, and others are droplets into the water of the lives around us. Our waves touch and intersect, and often ripple through the world.
Though soft-spoken and quiet, some of us have an impact and a ripple that make change happen. Others, with a larger platform, a louder voice, and greater influence, spread our ripples over longer distances. And, like the puddle in front of me, a small circular wave intersects with another small wave, which intersects with others … passing information from one to another as waves cross.
Though volume and a large platform tend to get heard more, a soft voice with powerful words can ripple through the world with equal or stronger impact. Words at a whisper often have more power than at a scream.
Yet one thing is required for your voice, even your quiet words, to be heard. They have to be spoken. The droplet has to hit the water in order to be amplified.
The Famous Unknown Artist
In my art marketing training, I speak of an artist who died unknown, but whose work was discovered after his death and ultimately exhibited in major museums. A soft-spoken postal worker in England, he never told a soul about his work. He was a loner with no known friends or family. We’ll never know if he created his art with hopes of one day being noticed, or if he did it for himself and never cared for recognition. The only reason his droplet hit the puddle was because his landlord discovered the art upon this artist’s death. Perhaps, if he had revealed his art to the world while living, he could have enjoyed the impact of his art and seen the effect of his ripple.
It was lucky he was discovered at all. Another, less perceptive landlord might have hauled it all to a dumpster and a life’s work may have been wasted.
Meek and Reserved
I recently met someone who was quiet, meek, and almost unable to speak for herself but revealed to me that she had dreams of becoming a famous artist. Yet her fears of speaking up were preventing her from realizing her dreams. I coached her on how to overcome these issues, and she is already starting to come out of her shell after staying inside it for almost 50 years. Now, her droplets are about to hit the water.
I’m thankful she spoke up and shared this fear, but in the process she was hoping someone would solve her problem for her. And though I nudged her with some advice, she had not fully accepted the fact that her future was in her own hands, and waiting for someone else to solve her problems was folly. One wonders what kind of parenting left a child with such insecurities.
I firmly believe each of us is placed here for a very specific purpose and that it’s our responsibility to make sure that our droplets hit the water and spread. We may think we have nothing to offer or that others don’t want to hear from us, or we may fear speaking up or stepping out — yet if we don’t do it for ourselves, who will?
Waiting for Prince Charming
Too often we wait for things to be perfect, but waiting for perfection is an excuse to take no action. Or we wait for permission, or for someone to come along and rescue us and make our dreams happen, but Prince Charming never comes. We can’t wait for the knight in shining armor or for someone to give us permission. We have to be our own advocate. Though “random” discoveries happen, they don’t happen a lot.
Lives can be wasted because of our fears. The ripple from what we have to offer may never be experienced by others until we discover how to advocate for ourselves.
Ask yourself this…
Which is worse? Never experiencing your dreams, or living with the fear that something bad might happen if you step out and try?
I’ve met hundreds of people who are writing books that will never be published because the books never get done. When I probe why, it usually boils down to fear of failure. Books that never get written never get published.
Excuses are fears in disguise.
You know the excuses … “I don’t have enough money, time, experience, education, degrees, connections, knowledge … I’m afraid of failure, being laughed at, getting rejected, someone won’t like me if I’m successful.” Or, “No one wants to hear what I have to say. I don’t have the advantages of others.”
Our lives are meant to change the lives of others, and each of us has something to offer that needs to be heard, seen, and experienced by the world.
What is stopping you from dropping your pebble in the water?
Eric Rhoads
PS: Last week close to a thousand artists gathered at the Plein Air Convention & Expo in San Francisco. There is no way to explain or articulate the experience, but I watched lives changed thanks to the generous faculty members who taught and worked with others. I am grateful to everyone who came, and I want to say thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life.
I met hundreds of Sunday Coffee readers who came to learn more about the plein air lifestyle experience. It was good to have many of you take that first step. I also met dozens of people who did their first plein air painting, and some who did their first painting of any kind. Thanks for trusting us to show you how. We announced our next event will be in May 2020 in Colorado, and as of this morning, we’ve already sold 411 seats — a year in advance. If you want to come, but you’re fearing it, the quarter-inch step is to sign up now so you have all year to look forward to it.
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jeftine karte
Simply Beautiful! This one brought tears to my eyes. If we could all realize our true destinies and our dreams true, what a wonderful world it would be..
Very nice
Eric, you reminded me of the final line in a speech I give to conservation groups and art groups called “Making Art, Making a Difference.”
Ron Craig:
“That’s where the magic lives: in noticing how the world ripples when you touch it, how you ripple when the world touches you.
I always enjoy Sunday mornig with you!
Mary
In your first paragraph, there is nothing mindless about observing your world around you. As a matter of fact it is the same mindfulness that is involved in creative or simple living. Even though there many quite creative people in the world, there are those who prefer the quiet, simple life, myself being one of them. In my instance it is not the fear of being well-known (maybe even famous) or social intermingling, but the business aspect.
Okay, would like to
that moving to hear
I had girlfriend in high school tell me something very similar.
I look forward to you Sunday messages. I retired from teaching special needs early childhood preschool four years ago and started painting. I have sold a few piece. I never took an art class but, my grandmother gave me my first oil paints over thirty years before I retried.. I never new why she did. I didn’t have time to paint wail raising my four children and teaching. I would like some training but I live in a very small town so have picked up what I have from Youtube and blogs. The name of the town I live in is Paris, Idaho. You have to go through Paris on your way to Yellowstone from Salt Lake City, Utah. I liked to stay to myself but, I have taken a leap and have organized a nonprofit to preserve the history of our town by promotion of the arts. The valley is rich with artist of all kinds.
This summer I have leaped more. On July 19 there will be a “Paint in Paris day” everyone of all age, all skill levels, and all media are invited to come an paint in Paris. On July 20 there will be an quick paint and wet paint art sell. There is no cost for the events but donations are always welcomed, no prizes just the enjoyment of creating. You are all welcome. The 19th is simple not fuss. Paint where you want. Share you talent meet the local arts.
If you would like to help our movement we are having a 5X7 and 8X10 art silent auction and need art work for the event. Send your art to Friends United for Bear Lake at P.O box 328 Paris, Idaho or 155 W. 2nd South Paris, Idaho 83261
I am open to any ideas on how make these event enjoyable to all. If you can’t come on these day come another time. Paris is always a good idea. “Meet me in Paris”
I really liked today’s writing by you. Why? Because it hit home for me. I’m pretty sure being an evacuee in England’s WW II and having terrible experiences has hindered my potential on handling my inner desires. Don’t get me wrong, if you were in my presence, you would say “You have everything going for you.”. I did the best with what I have. I’ve attempted writing a book with the Burt Reynolds “Creative Writing” class.. I decided to make it a Novello for my family as they have no idea.
This hit home for me on so many levels and has given me a lot to think about.. Thank you!
Love the pebble effect! I tell others, Dont let the music die within you”
HI,
I just wanted to share with you that the timing of this message was spot on.. yesterday I was journalling this very topic.. not pebbles but what holds me back and what do I want to say or do with this life.. I am 55 and was bolder and more daring in my younger years and have made plenty of mistakes.. I think this sadly helps to hold me back.. not wanting to make any more mistakes and finding it harder to get out of the damage my impulsive behavior can have on my life.. I would love to push forward bravely.. and I can tell you your snippet of that womans’ story sounds a bit like mine.. I can relate so much to your line about her parents… I don’t blame them I just wish I had the skills to push through my insecurities.
Thank you for writing.. I believe your ripples do reach..
Warmly
Kim
I savored each word of this Sunday Morning get-together. You have given me food for thought, and I thank you.