This past Sunday, we had a lovely workshop on the theme of alternate worlds / alternate lives. There were only two of us (it’s hard to compete with a warm sunny day in Portland), but we inhabited our alter-egos (Lightbulb Helmet and Craesie Fleur) with aplomb.
If you’d like to do some world shaking on your own time, I invite you to try one of the exercises we did in the workshop: invent your own superhero.
Step 1: Get some paper and a pen, sit down and close your eyes. Let the image of a superhero float into your mind.
Step 2: Jot down answers to these questions (don’t think about them — write the first things that come to mind):
- What is their superpower?
- Where did they come from — what is their origin story?
- What is their fatal flaw or weakness?
- What kind of outfit do they wear?
- What vehicle do they drive?
- Who are their helpers?
- Who are their enemies — who are they fighting?
- What are they fighting for?
- Who are they protecting?
Step 3: Draw a picture of your superhero based on what you wrote down.
Step 4: What is your superhero’s name? Do they have a catchphrase?
Splendid! Now if you want to, share your superhero with us on facebook! I would love to meet them.
Jet Diamond was born in a coal mine. Her mother was 9 months pregnant and working in the mine when it collapsed. They thought everyone was dead, but when the rubble cleared, Old Man Winters walked out with a canary on one arm and a newborn baby in the other. He adopted the baby girl and named her Jet Diamond. Right away he noticed that she had laser sharp eyesight, and as she grew, her ability to see through dust and hypocrisy grew stronger.
She wears all black glittering with diamonds, and is accompanied always by her canary, Blink.
She is extremely sensitive to coaldust and can only spend a little time in dusty, murky environments before the air gets to be too much for her lungs.
She rides in on her jet black motorcycle, sees through the shams and shoddy deals constructed by rich men, and helps the workers see what they can’t see and stand up for their rights.
Then she rides out of town so fast a thunderstorm can’t keep up with her.
Bonus step: If this superhero were to show up at your door for an emergency meeting, what would they need to tell you? Would they need your help? Would they have some advice for you? Would they alert you to danger?
I imagine Jet Diamond riding up after she’s had a long, tough battle. She’s worn out, and afraid she isn’t up for the challenge anymore. I make her a cup of tea and have her tell me the whole story. Then I tell her she needs to take a break and go easy, and she insists there isn’t time for that and she needs to save the world, but then she falls asleep on the couch and I take off her boots and lay a nice cozy blanket over her.
Aside from the fact that this scene that plays out in probably every movie ever made about a superhero (and I am casting myself in the faithful butler role), what does this tell me about my own life? Maybe I’m taking myself a little too seriously. Maybe the best thing to do is take a nap. Maybe I get a little carried away with the desire to save people and be the hero. It’s okay to take a break. It’s okay to do things just because you feel like doing them. It’s okay to let other take care of me sometimes. Or even better, to take care of myself.
But who knows, maybe next week I’ll see a whole different message.
Extra bonus round: using the exact same prompts in step 2, invent a supervillain.
Hey there! Is this right up your alley? If you’re in Portland, you can come to one of my free Sunday morning workshops and experience it firsthand! Or if you want to go deep, you can join a Creative Workout Group, or work with me one-on-one.