The poetry of a river
in the depths
of its joy
into the sea
The poetry of life
in the river
into the heart
I can’t remember where or when I read or heard the line, the poetry of a river, but I remember thinking, I must remember that, it’s beautiful.
Last night, when I entered the studio to spend some contemplative time, the line appeared and the word/art flowed.
I am grateful for the quiet. For the time to simply be present in front of a blank canvas or journal page.
In the presence of its invitation to let creativity flow, my mind empties and I become full of wonder and awe at how easy it is to find my balance when I let go of holding onto the thought, ‘I must find my balance’.
I am neither out of or in balance. I simply am where ever I am, living whatever label I give myself for where I am.
In letting go of needing to find my balance, I find my path through the questions that are percolating on the edge of my consciousness.
I am in a phase of extreme busy at work right now.
I am planning a large event for 400 people for March 3rd, which entails not only planning for the event, but also editing, publishing, printing a large report along with a website and video. It is work I love but the timeframe to get it all done is very tight given that the date for the event was set at the end of January.
It’s meant some busy days, and as is apparent by the time at which I’m writing, sleepless nights.
Spending time in the studio is essential for me to keep balanced and present. Spending time in the studio is something ‘the critter’ would like me to avoid.
“Just veg out Louise,” he hisses into my left ear when I change out of my work-a-day clothes into my paint splattered comfies. “Go on. Sit in front of the TV and turn your mind off. You don’t need to create.”
Of course, there’s the voice of ‘uber conscientiousness’ trying to cut in too. “Louise. You have not yet read that report on Collective Impact. What is your problem?”
Ever notice how critters and other nefarious voices have a definite style and place? Mine sits on my left shoulder, jumping up and down in its attempts to get me to pay attention, flinging its arms and flapping its tail as it whispers un-sweet ditherings into my ear.
He likes to ensure he’s hard to ignore!
Fortunately, I know what’s good for me even in the face of his insistence he knows better.
Fact is, when immersed in busy, I need to give myself the gift of time to create in order to let go of the pressure building on my list of ‘to do’s’ if I am to avoid the panic that sets in when thinking about all I have yet to get done.
What’s your path to balance? Where do you go to give yourself space to be present?