The Orange Wheelbarrow

Me Musing . . . October 17, 2008 . . .

A few days ago as I was returning from errands I came around the corner and was awe-struck by the colour of our neighbor's tree. This photo doesn't quite capture the vividness of it, but thought I'd include it anyway!

That same evening I decided I'd better tackle the mess I had shoved into the bottom of the Bowl Room closet months ago when I moved my fabric stash from there to the Sewing Room closet. There were scads of half-finished notecards, extra envelopes, cardstock yet to be sized and all kinds of other things. As often happens, once I sit down to sort, I end up spending most of the time just looking through saved items and musing about either the memories that came with them OR how I could incorporate them into something to be 'Bricolaged' .
(Bricolage is a French word meaning 'to take the ordinary items at hand and transform them into the extraordinary'.)

This is one I found that I had saved from years ago . . .

and it got me to musing about how many years most of us spend following the path 'of something other than Spirit' until one day we either wander-onto or get thrown-onto 'The Path of our Spirit'. . .
'a defining moment' as they say!

Yesterday I had my monthly Chi Nei Tsang (Abdominal Massage) with Maureen. (You can read more about my first one on this link.) Again, it was quite wondrous. She always asks me what I'd like to focus on during that time and again I wanted to continue on with the 'Creativity Pathway' that seems to be front and center in the past few months.

I had really gotten into the sewing mode before we took an 8 day trip to the Oregon Coast a few weeks ago. Since we returned I have looked at the sewing machine, but nothing in me has felt like starting up again!

As Maureen began I could feel everything in me begin to 'come to rest' and it dawned on me that I wanted to become more 'adept' at allowing my Creativity to take its own spirit's path and in order for that to happen I would have to learn to put aside my preconceived ideas of what that Creative output might look like . . . (writing doesn't mean it has to become a book; sewing doesn't have to become a piece of clothing; painting doesn't have to be a salable item . . . you get the 'picture'. . . no pun intended!) . . . ALL easier said than done . . .

Having had that almost instantaneous Creativity 'aha', my body just naturally began to fall into long, gentle in-breaths and out-breaths.

After awhile those breaths were wider and wider apart, seemingly creating more and more space between my cells and organs and energy centers while, at the same time, very soft and quiet . . . so much so that a part of me felt that those breaths were actually 'breathing me' instead of me doing the breathing. It was one of those deep, silent moments when everything becomes soooooooooo clear and understandable, yet when you try to put it into words it sounds really dorky!

Sooooooooooooo I shall just leave it at that for now.

Happy Autumn Colours!

Until soon,

Che'usa


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