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Most contemporary visions and the vision boards that go with them are frankly tame. Why is that?
Because their scope is limited to images chosen by their maker to meet predetermined definitions of what success, happiness and achievement should look like. But this is only from the finite frame of reference of the maker’s logical-left brain, dipping into a limited pool of information stored inside their cognitive mind.
This type of concept board originated in the world of design, where it served to capture ideas, moods and concepts together in one place. From the outset the designer is deliberately working to a brief and controlling the search filters to meet it.
This is creative planning; it’s not visioning.
It is not very inspiring either. It’s certainly not innovative. And no new thinking can breakthrough or emerge under these conditions.
On the contrary, look what happened for a range of intuitive vision board makers who chose to quell their logical-left brain in favour of their creative right-brain to explore where they might be heading in their lives. Such a variety of unpremeditated Intuitive Vision Boards emerged.
An Asset Manager says …
“A wonderful process to step away from rationalising, organising, and processing to a free-form creativity and letting your imagination have a turn. It left me feeling very in touch with what I want.”
A 17-year old says ….
“I’ve never worked in silence for that long before and being in that particular room helped me gain clarity and to really think about and plan my vision board. I can now visualise how I’d like my life to be.”
A Copywriter says ….
“A very powerful technique. Not for one moment did my left-brain switch on so it felt wonderfully liberating. Mary is such a generous facilitator.”
A Healer says …
“I really enjoyed having the time and space for myself to be creative and in the moment. It gave me chance to explore and visualise where I want to go ….”
To discover what making an Intuitive Vision Board can unlock for you, find a workshop date to suit you. Or drop me a line if you prefer to work one-to-one. http://www.marynonde.com/vision-board-workshop
I asked for feedback at a recent workshop and this is what Helena gave me.
You may relate to this if you’ve made an Intuitive Vision Board with me before.
If not it will give you a jolly good insight into what to expect.
When MF came to make this vision board she was in personal transition and flux, which was playing out in her family life too. She knew it was time to stop doing once again and re-evaluate where she was heading. Rather than make a vision board on her own as she’d historically done, dragging the family along with its content afterwards, she wanted them all to play a part in creating the next chapter of life they hoped to share together. I took the Intuitive Vision Board workshop to their home so they could make a board together. This is what transpired though MF’s eyes.
“My first vision board with Mary was a personal prophecy about returning to my feminine self; switching off the corporate superwoman who had created a very successful business and switching on the yogi, the vegan, the healer. I was desperate to shed the bread-winning, decision-making mantle and become a woman ready to receive. “
“It was not an easy transition; it took time and there were moments when I felt very lost. Besides we were in a difficult place as a couple after 24 years together while my relationship with my sister was challenging too. Losing both parents within six months of one another, in very painful circumstances, had left me in a vulnerable place. It was altogether a heart-rendering time.”
“The idea of making a vision board together initially met with resistance from both my son (age 12) and my husband. But I persevered because I believed it was important for us. I had no idea what would come from it but I trusted Mary to create a safe space and her gentle shepherding through the process would give us what we needed to express our innermost desires.
Surprisingly, my husband who’d been very reluctant at first, became totally immersed in the process and took great pains to place his images intricately into the whole.
“He also took on the self-appointed role of policing our activity to ensure we each had equal opportunity to be heard.”
“Creating the vision board together was no effort at all; no friction, no dispute. I can’t say at all who put what on where, it just happened. What was extraordinary to me was that with three of us choosing the images independently - and in silence – that a consistent 3-part theme emerged between us: the desire for closeness, family time together, and to travel in the big outdoors.”
“In the early weeks after creating our family road-map, I’d look at our board and think: nothing’s happening! But then I reminded myself that 6-months elapsed before I saw any action on my personal vision board. The first sign of life was when I found a yoga practitioner in the US I liked and connected up with her online. She’d just returned from South America with a beautiful stripy rug just like the one on my board. We’re moving in the right direction I felt.”
“I’d been very privileged to be in travel marketing for 30 years, yet we’d done very little travel of late since I was no longer bringing in a regular corporate salary. We had no plans ahead and nothing in the diary, yet all over our vision board there were inspiring worldwide destinations we had all chosen. I’d just received my first travel writing commission around the time of making the family board and that was for a short haul trip - and solo.”
A complete transformation
“But after six months living with the board everything changed. In the following year the opportunities to write and to travel came thick and fast. It was mind-blowing - and it didn’t escape the notice of either my son or my husband.”
“In hindsight what started out as a beautiful pictorial vision of places and experiences we aspired to, I can honestly say we did most of them within 18 months.
My love of travel – or should I say our love of travel – was well and truly re-ignited and shared. As if that wasn’t enough, one of the travel articles I wrote got picked up by a TV broadcaster who approached me to set up a new travel programme.
The monthly programme will run across a network of 27 stations in the UK and reach 6.4m adults a month. Not only did creating our vision board together reunite and inspire us as a family, I hope it will now inspire millions of other people to visit places they may never have dreamed possible. All because we committed to spending the afternoon together and were willing to listen to what our hearts desired.”
My newly-graduated daughter is preparing job applications. When you're young and full of energy, when you've worked hard and got a first-class honours degree (History), when you already show valuable work experience acquired in the school holidays and you still don't get snapped up, it's one of life's many challenges she's to face.
One of five
She was pipped at second interview for two lip-smacking jobs that on paper suited her down to the ground. In one she made it past 130 applicants to arrive on the short list of five. I was mightily impressed. At the palace too. Yes, The Palace. On her first visit she was directed to the wrong gate and had to make a right royal run through the Queen's back corridors to get there on time.
'i' before 'e'
The second near miss was for the National Trust at Cliveden; the most frequented NT property in the whole UK apparently. Her writing sample they liked very much but they didn't like her spelling Cliveden wrong!
Having spent the previous three years in Clifton at Bristol University, it was a mistake easily made under pressure - but 'Clifton' cost her.
On another occasion she turned down a marketing communications job because the photos of the product turned her stomach. Fair enough I suppose, she's not a scientist. You have to draw the line somewhere and hers went right through the centre of a colostomy bag.
Wisdom of hindsight
This episode recalls to mind a treatise on fate. Sometimes in life you have accept things as they are presented. Sometimes this means doing the one thing you're resisting like crazy. Having put up a fervent protest, only to find a particular clump of chewing gum is still sticking to your shoe, then the odds are it has your name on it. Somewhere in the distant future, you'll look back and realise how essential that hated, fated job or task turned out to be.
Since I can't impart these words of wisdom on my daughter because I'm only her mother and what do I know, I'm sharing them with you instead. Thank you!
My first-ever job after University was to work for my father. I absolutely didn't want to sell swimming pools or hot tubs. Nor did I want to start immediately after graduation. I wanted to travel, see the world, spread my wings. He wasn't at all sympathetic - nor impressed with my Anthropology degree from Durham University; I was of no use to anyone with that!
Readers, he had a particularly chauvinistic attitude and thankfully it is not everybody's experience of fatherly love. Anyway his solution was to slot me straight into secretarial college where two afternoons a week, I learned to touch-type on a typewriter; one of those quaint devices with honky-tonk keys. One false letter and you had to tear the whole sheet of paper out and start again.
Fate worse than death
Not only was it my job to type, I had first to decipher the illegible hand-written scrawl of three male directors and churn out their correspondence error-free. Computers had made it onto the scene but they were still comparable to the size of a double-decker bus so not many businesses had room for them. We didn't.
The other excruciating job I had was to front the showroom as sales receptionist. Excruciating because I didn't know a thing about swimming pools. But I knew a lot about the culture and behaviour of primitive peoples and not many of them came into the showroom, not even in Devon. With one eye on the typewriter, both ears on the telephone for in-bound calls, the other eye was free to meet and greet customers shopping for this high-end product after they'd finished at the market. Once I'd got over the initial embarrassment, curiously enough I enjoyed it.
If the esteemed Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor, had been around I'm sure he would have counselled me accordingly: "That which stands in the way is the way, Mary."
But I was two thousand years too late for him so I kept on hating the typing. And I hated my father for insisting I had to do it. After a year of this I quit the job but only after I'd inadvertently mastered touch-typing at speed. I moved to London and with my newly-acquired typing skills, bluffed my way into a secretarial job where I worked long hours for three months and saved enough to head out across Africa for six months.
Post-Africa, I got a job for a Mail Order Book Club. My job was to select books for three clubs and to commission copy-writing and design to produce the monthly catalogues. In contrast I loved it. Four years later I volunteered redundancy and moved to Richmond, Surrey and offered my services as a freelancer in Marketing Communications. Now I'm the one writing copy, which means that dreaded touch-typing skill is coming in very handy again. "That which stands in the way is the way, Mary."
More than words
The business grew and within two years my partner resigned his job as a Marketing Director for a Financial Services company and joined me. Not long after it seemed we became a full Direct Marketing Agency with 15 staff and a flotilla of company cars. And now I'm still writing copy but for our Fortune 500 clients - banging out the words fast and furiously and well-paid for it using that fated touch-typing skill.
Oh, and I'm the Sales & Marketing Director for the Agency as well. Where on earth did I cut my teeth for this job? As the sales receptionist in my father's torture chamber! "That which stands in the way is the way, Mary."
Resistance is futile
Me thinks that once you've put up a stout protest and nothing changes then that's enough. It's time to accept that which stands in your way is your way and to drop any resistance to it gracefully. Because years later, when you're as old as me (lol) and get to join up the dots, you'll discover the heinous job or task proved to be a gift horse in the end.
So thank you Dad for your contribution to my writing. And thank you Marcus Aurelius, receiving you loud and clear.
I'd like to mention too I've almost finished my book and publish in 2018. It's around 55,000 words. Each one touch-typed, of course.
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