I watched this video on Connie's blog and felt it necessary to share. I've spent most of the day in a weird tumult of emotions--wanting to find my center, yet having a hard time doing so.
Yesterday I decided that it is time to head north. Ever since the geese started flying I've felt a deep magnetic pull towards the place I come from. I miss it there. I miss the trees, the fresh air, the stars, the sounds of loons and wolves. I feel like I have been running to keep up with something--what it is, I'm not even sure. I am becoming a shadow of myself. This running, it has depleted me. Today I don't remember who I am. I don't remember what I'm good for. I don't remember what I'm worth.
I've spent a lot of time today thinking about what it means to do the work I do. I've been thinking about how it necessitates a different kind of movement through the world. I've been thinking about how important it is that I find my pace...and allow it to empower me. How do I preserve the sacred space within me when everything else moves so much faster than my rate of creation?
I am looking forward to next week with my whole heart. I am in deep need of the time alone. This painting retreat, it will serve me well. It will be just me, my wolfie, and a car full of canvases. I am giving myself sacred space to create my own artist's creed. As I move into this new life I am finding it to be more important than ever. In the meantime, this one serves as a beautiful reminder.