Oh how the birds are singing this
morning! The jasmine is so fragrant it has me dreamy for softly warm days under shady trees, snacks and refreshing beverages within reach and a knitting or stitching project in my hands.
I'm giving myself a few moments to breathe in that little dreamy vision. Letting it infuse my cells. Today will not be a day under a shady tree but that doesn't mean I can't take the energy of it with
me. You can join me. What is your version of a jasmine soaked, tree shaded afternoon you want to breathe into your cells?
A wee moment of resetting.
Now on to the things of the week. Please enjoy.
1.
It may seem trivial but little reset moments are vital in times where life is awash in tragedy and injustice (and in other more "normal" times too). The tragedies and injustices of our lives and world need our attention, our care, our action, and, and, and! our souls need a soft place to tap into the beauty and grace the
world offers as well.
Our heart must be able to hold both to bring forth the empathy needed to truly heal ourselves and the world.
Cultivating capacity to hold the jagged and soft of living is the ultimate practice of self-care and world-care. It is not one or the other, or one over the other.
Full permission to tend your sorrows and feed your joys.
Both/and. Mandorla.
2. When you want more for yourself and world the only place to start is right were you are. With all the insecurities, awkwardness, uncertainty, doubt, vision, hope, and anxiety that comes with it. Start where you are in the soup of it all.
In a dream l had long ago, an ancient tortoise walked across my path and told me that I always try to start 20 paces ahead of where I am. (Have I told this story before? I can't remember. Forgive me if I am.)Wanting to be someplace other than where I am is desire pulling my forward. Thinking I need to be further along the path to begin the journey, trying to be further along than I
am is illusion and will never get me where I want to go.
Starting where we are. It is the perfect, and only, place that will work. I forget and then remember this a lot. A lot, a lot.
3. My
#creativeplaymay was rudely interrupted by food poisoning over the weekend. It took a few days to get back to the art table. I went through all the
angst about how my intention for 15 minutes of creative play each day was ruined because I couldn't leave my bed but remembered, creativity is a practice. Life is a practice. Life is a creative practice. Creativity is a life practice. Life is art. Art happens in the doing. The doing happens in practice.
4.
And so I return. Again. Not letting perfection impede progress, growth, joy, messy discovery. The problem isn't stumbling or stopping. That will happen. It is forgetting to remember to return.
Tend your practices. Let them tend you. Remember to return.
5.
A blessing for your week:
(The Citadel Oracle by Fez Inkwright)
May your actions be forged by the wisdom of a peaceful, focused mind and heart.
Until next time, Sandi
If you enjoyed this week's things will you give this a share to someone you think may enjoy also?
