but stay soft in the centre
and reach out past your defences
Thoughts for the start of April, for autumn in NZ.
For all those bravely trying to be true to themselves, speaking, writing, creating, loving the world.
We need to take care of ourselves and be a little cautious, without becoming risk averse, without becoming hardened and cynical.
We need to find ways to please the eye and feed the soul. Ways to warm our hearts and sweeten our words.
To keep reaching out to engage with the world even when it’s tough – that’s the brave thing – the creative act.
Working out how to keep yourself centred and true – that’s the spirit work.
draw strength from each other
create something new
I’m always surprised at the way these little verses can be reinterpreted when I re-read them later in the year.
When I wrote this last December, I was thinking of friendship, creative partnerships, collaborative projects.
And then last night, I went to a golden wedding celebration. Celebrating the life of my father and his wife over 50 years of marriage, and the family they created together. I treasure their love and generosity in opening their family to include me.
And this morning I’m reflecting on the power of a stable family, the foundation it gives each new generation, the strength it gives each individual to become their own unique self while remaining part of something bigger. It’s a beautiful thing.
Over the last few weeks I haven’t been writing very much, and I was beginning to feel a bit worried about this.
But I know part of the reason is that I’ve been more focused on the visual arts recently. I took a few art classes at the end of last year – and I loved it!
I needed to give time to this and find out whether it was just a passing whim, or the start of something new. I’ve worked out that this new learning in drawing and painting is something I want to pursue so that it can become another way to explore my world and to express myself.
And then – thanks to a connection on Instagram and Twitter I was led to Jackie Morris’s suggestion to write a few words every day – just 25 words, no more than 50 – handwritten. She describes this at the end of her January 8 blog post on http://www.jackiemorris.co.uk/blog/more-than-home-from-home/
I’m trying not to stress over how much, or how well, just to write. This feels like both a challenge and an aid. Its all about noticing the world around me and writing a small observation, a reflection.
I started posting my small writings on Twitter and Instagram, but I think they belong here too. I’ll include photos when I can, and who knows – a few drawing and paintings might even start appearing!
I’m happy to use my first “few words” for my January calendar – I’ve been a bit slow getting this year’s calendar off the ground.
relax, walk, watch the sun set
It’s that time of year – two more weeks of work – then the summer holiday. This is the time of year when I have time to slow down, and reflect. It’s the time of year when I used to explore new ideas, try out new pursuits.
What I’m proudest of this year is that I’ve made time, taken time, for personal interests throughout the year – specially the latter half of this year. I’ve started drawing and learning to paint. I’ve noticed that as I shift into this visual world my writing has gracefully taken a back seat – but I’m sure it’s going to surface again soon.
What I’d love for next year is to find a way to combine paintings and text into artworks that balance both sides of my soul.
reach out, feel your way, unfold into the unknown
be beautiful in the moment
be wild and brave in uncertainty
Last xmas I made this calendar, writing intuitively in response to the photos I’d chosen.
I had no idea then that these words would be the best I could say to farewell a brave little soul as she leaves this world to find her way in a new one – to “ramble the stars wild-hearted and wondering” (as suggested by @sarah.patience.elwell)
Last night, of all the possible nights, the thin veil parted to let this little one cross over. We talk of Samhain as a time when the spirit world walks among us. Perhaps this is also a time for the living to cross over. A time when all the energy and effort spent trying to stay alive is released and the spirit is freed to move on.
Farewell my dark gypsy queen, my feisty willful companion.
get close, dig in, chase down your dreams
balance on the edge, taste the sweetness
fly hard against the wind
look closely, notice the details
colour and shape and texture
nature designs the costumes of out lives
September begins. I’m tired. It’s been a long cold wet winter. I need this reminder to look closely, to find the small treasures in the world around me.
Just yesterday I saw tiny flowers that look like stars. I imagine a cloak of white stars to wrap myself in, to lift myself up out of the winter and into spring.