The gift of being sick was spending a few extra days at home before heading back to the city. Today I make a transition I make almost 50 times a year, and still is never easy. I love my city life, love my friends there, love karate, yoga, walking the city streets. But the trees have my heart. The pavement only the soles of my feet.
After such a rich few weeks I plan to spend more time journalling visually with watercolors, pencil and ink. This is a creative challenge for me -- I'm more drawn (no pun intended) to 3 dimensional objects and assemblage, amulets and tokens of the physical journey. Maybe I'll find a way to combine the two.
A number of years ago, I created soul collages while collecting swipe (pics from magazines) for the print ads and tv commercials I was writing. So that's another way to keep my heart in the right place.
What keeps your heart in the right place? Feeling peaceful, happy, whole?
What small step can you take today to touch that place? If only for a moment.
What are you dreaming?
I think of Rumi:
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don't open the door to the studyand begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
May your day be filled with Magic Medicine.
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