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However far the stream flows, it never forgets its source -Nigerian Proverb |
… a 12 week study of Wlaking in this World.
My journey was not one that I could of predicted. Reflecting back on my first night, I have come a long way, baby. As I sat and listened to all that was expected for this study. I was over whelmed, you want me to write in a journal every morning? (listen, listen, listen). Now, I need to take a walk, by myself, every week (listen, listen, listen). Yeah, right. Now you want me to go on a date by myself and find places that artistically inspire me. What have I got myself into? Art is a waste of time in my world. Plus, I even have to sign a contract (listen, listen, listen). How in the name of heavens am I going to find time to do all this every week?
Yep, that was about it. I smiled at everyone and raced out. I had to think. As I walked home, I thought, this is too obvious. I have to do this. I realized from listening to people that when something surprising comes knocking, it’s maybe because it has an answer you have been asking for. It began when I was invited to a birthday party by a group of people I never expected to socialize with again. A new set of friends I didn’t feel I fit in with. I went to test out the waters.
Well, it was a step-by-step, week-by-week process for me. I began writing the morning pages as instructed and am now on my 85th straight day. The sharing about the weeks reading, writing, and awareness’ began the knitting of the circle. Realizing that we all had a lot in common. I began to feel the energy force from the group, commitment to the work that Julia Cameron had created, and the sheer joy of creating. Art was fun. I began to correlate my life with the way that I approached and did my art. It has been a learning of self that I never thought of pursuing. I realized that, “I had come upon an experience that was not of my conscious doing.” Where will I go spiritually, mentally, and joyfully? What if this is the way? So, I am learning on. Morning pages are everyday till who knows. Taking time to play and spoil myself is a weekly venture. My God. To go and have fun. What a concept.
I give thanks to myself for listening with my heart and for the group of women that travelled this journey with me. Realizing my inner self is better than any holiday, piece of clothing, or new cupboard. I am looking deeper at me and I love what I see.
Lovingly, with peace and happiness.