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I have been finally reading Julia Cameron's, "The Artist's Way". I don't really know why I put it off for so long. Maybe I presumed to know what it was about. Maybe I thought she'd whip my butt into shape and I wasn't ready for that. Whatever my reason,.....it was there standing in my way. This year, for me, has been all about letting things emerge by being still. By letting my imperfectness just be. To go through life at an unhurried pace.....to enjoy the process of life like I enjoy the process of painting. I'll admit the being still and unhurried pace is a real struggle for me. But Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra and assured me that if you take the this path of expending the least amount of effort the universe will work in ways that will not only surprise you but you will actually get MORE things done. To not Force things......to let them evolve naturally and just in time as they always have.
So I've been writing my morning pages for 4 days and a bit of a poem emerged on the 2nd day.
feeling in the moment, expanding
fingertips out to reach, but slip
in their thoughts of perfection.
so where do they hold on to next?
its that middle ground where imperfections play
where mistakes frolic, and where true love resides
its where a scrape on the knee results from
playing so hard and forgetting the rule of gravity
it is this magical realm
where i don't have to be
perfect or accepted.
to just play....acting silly
and being so uniquely me,
i don't have to compete with
the other kids.
there is no competition in this magic place
only individuals connected as one.