Get out of the way and listen? Now that is really crazy talk!
It’s been much easier for me to type my thoughts while I’m at work, rather than write when I get home, which is somewhat self-defeating for this slow-down-and-purposefully-think blog. I’m so sorry for that. I’ve been doing yoga and cooking and nourishing the insides when I get home. . . neglecting the drawing/making.
It seems to be a constant battle I fight: the balance of life. Hopefully that will come with some of the answers.
Layers are infiltrating my life, becoming a constant theme. Forgiving myself and others for the piles of mud I’ve packed into my heart. Drawing the beautiful layers of the natural world, teaching the ego not to think we’re so much different than the other forms of life around us (we’re all just trying to live, right?)
If you’ll pardon the overuse of metaphors, I think layers maybe should be more like receipt books. The stub stays in place as a reference point, but the actual receipt (tally, perhaps) should be allowed to blow away in the wind. Whoosh, let it go.
But the reference point, the pindot memory, is what we need to dig deeper, no?
Cripes (why do I love that word so much??!?) it’s hard for me to talk about this stuff in terms of spirituality without feeling like a total new agey hippie loon!
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