Week #7 // stability; because it all counts

week at a glance 7

… becoming intimate with the place where we find ourselves. This is the heart of finding the sacred everyday — discovering that the place where we are is enough. ~Christine Valters Paintner

The Everyday. Enough. Framed with prompts {from The Artist Rule and an extraordinary, thought-provoking e-course}. Stable.

I felt stable for my week seven … And I look into my week eight with intention and clarity. Continue reading

Know yourself and what you’re good at.

18 standing ground

I call the process of doing your art ‘the work.’ It’s possible to have a job and do the work, too. In fact, that’s how you become a linchpin. The job is not the work. ~Seth Godin, Linchpin

A kindred of mine is applying for employment … it is a job position perfectly suited for her. We brainstormed today as she compiled an updated resume and application letter.

We have known one another and collaborated on both business and personal projects for almost 20 years. Our conversations and project work has facilitated knowing who I am, as well as  knowing what I am good at.  Continue reading

Journaling My Dreams: unseen alignment, flight patterns and other paths in the direction of my dreams

09 patterns and alignments

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

What are ways you see things setting themselves into an alignment you didn’t notice before? Even I copy these syllables from the prompts from Day 2 of Elora Nicole’s 30 Days to Finding Your One Thing … my breath is shallow as my mind races with answers! I have been moving through a mind field of resolutions, conclusions and declarations regarding issues that have {periodically} haunted me for decades.

beauty does not linger

Beauty does not linger, it only visits. Yet beauty’s visitation affects us and invites us into its rhythm, it calls us to feel, think, and act beautifully in the world: to create and live a life that awakens the Beautiful. Beauty is a gentle but urgent call to awaken. ~John O’Donohue

Beauty does not linger … but it remains within the unseen alignments, like notes on a staff creating a musical composition. A melody that lingers in the heart once its harmonic tones are heard; it becomes “our song” … music notes we recognize — tempo {and volume} determined by our intention and focus.

09 melody

It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare; it is because we do not dare that they are difficult. ~Senaca

As color and doodles and syllables spread over journal pages this week, the core of my angst and sorrow revealed itself. It had to do with {home} + {the lack of my} contentment in the midst of being {unable to do “more”} … My admissions {which felt shameful and selfish} guided me onto a new path, a path leading to a vista with a healing perspective regarding the core of my suffering.

09 how does it feel

How does it feel to flex and stretch my wings, skills and talents never or little used; abilities packed away, hidden under layers of responsibility and conformity, buried under years of inattention, of efforts spent elsewhere and on others — neglecting the tender soul that resides within?
~Becky Bowen Craig

:: a prompt from this month’s The Art Journaler Community journaling prompts, “Taking Flight” … author, Becky Bowen Craig, included some marvelous journal prompts like this for Week Two, Spreading Our Wings

I want out

Timely as I busily pull feathers from my proverbial nest {decluttering; purging; releasing} … I don’t want to be comfortable in this place anymore or remain in the midst of uncomfortable realities I dismiss as “not that bad” :roll:because minimizing does not reduce the destruction of someone’s rejection via their indifference or staged and scripted opinion of you or your situation.

You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. ~Anais Nin

Minimizing and “trying harder” are a stage of grief; we don’t want to believe someone we love would intentionally mistreat us. We find it “impossible” to accept the death of something we want {so desperately} to live and to thrive.

soar

But in doing so — in accepting what cannot be changed and spreading our own wings — we liberate ourselves from Befores and other situations over which we have not control or influence.

We live free, Braveheart.


As a community project, The Art Journaler Community subscribers are posting our discoveries and ponderings — and we are linking theme-related blog posts here on a weekly basis using Mister Linky. If you are a The Art Journaler Community subscriber, please feel free to link your “Taking Flight” blog post here.

If you knew you were not the only one … would you feel more capable? would {it} feel closer to completion? more possible?

06 faith anne lamott

She said to go ahead and feel the feelings. I did. They felt like shit. ~Anne Lamott

I need reminders — lots of them.

I need someone to remind me I am not alone.

I need someone to remind me that grief and pain will not kill me.

… because I am not gonna stop until I have moved all the way through this. Continue reading

Finding rest in the shadows

18 contrasts

{what is living-giving guides us through the white spaces}

There was a day last week that felt like a fantasy — emotional light. The weather completely changed from sunny and moderate, to cloudy and cold — and there was the most gorgeous snowfall! Extraordinarily large, wet snowflakes fell from the muted sky like cotton … as it settled the entire landscape was altered. Continue reading

Wandering + other things I have no words for …

17 blank journal

Sunday mornings I glide from sleep into journal mode. Today I noticed a common thread {sharp and jagged}: this is the third consecutive week I have awaken with a sense of overwhelm + the need to drain {vomit} it via hand-written entries upon the pages of what has become My Sunday Journal.

It has become that by practice: once a week; a time of hand-written journaling — followed by a freestyle listing of dreams, ideas-to-execute, to-be’s and to-do’s. Continue reading