allowing vs trying
I am learning and relearning and more deeply experiencing the dance between allowing and striving when I try, I suck. when I allow… (here’s a quick time lapse of a first layer being allowed in a dimly lighted room) Share This:
Author: Kate Johnson
finding things, part 2
there are lost parts of ourselves, that are not really lost– just waiting for us to return to them somehow. I have always been an artist. Sometimes I make art, other times I collect images, experiences, sensory deliciousness, discomfort, witness, and hold it, store it, like medicine in a bag. There is a rhythm to… Read More
finding things
I wrote this two years ago for my other blog, and found it today. Dear self, You may not know it right now, but you are doing important things. I know, it may feel like somehow you got on the wrong bus, or that you are being mistaken for someone else with different skills and different goals… Read More
eclipse
It was cloudy last night, but I was awake, and feeling around for the edges of the moon, like a bite out of a cookie, the intersection of unfamiliar and familiar— but just like every single day, risen or set, crescent or dark, the moon was whole the whole time, and the only thing that… Read More
Painting a new way of being
So, I am taking an intuitive painting e-course by Flora Bowley. The course is officially over, but I am working on week 4 of 5 content, since my time is not wide open. I have painted alone, in the morning, in the evening, with Della and Doug, with Della, with Della next to me, with… Read More
Make it easy
I just painted for the second day in a row. 2 songs worth *therapy* my stuff is all set out for a course I am taking, so it is easy to just do a little– let this be a lesson to me: MAKE IT EASY it does not all have to be all or… Read More
mindful writing, February 9th sanity walk
the way sumac seeds collect in yesterday’s footprints the way the pines stand, two by two and the way their branches tangle the way the snow falls on my face, and fogs the field into soft edges the way I forget to look up, as I watch my feet for snow hidden stumblings the way… Read More
bow wave
there is a moment in conjuring where a blissful AH HA! comes — sometimes quietly, sometimes with a roar, but there is this moment, when ahhhhhhhhh an IDEA, an offering, a theme, a project, emerges from the primordial muck and wow it is so cool and then, facebook and my inbox bring me messages of… Read More
Mindful writing, February 5th
a cleanish desk new snow and a moment, a lull, in all of it– the internal, the external… a moment when I realize, hey, wasn’t I intending (planning/trying/hoping) to write more often? if only for a moment? life rushes by, like melt water. anxiety has been gathered up and held as gently as I can,… Read More
mindful writing, January 24
caught in a very in-the-moment riptide of anxiety these past four days– hijacked into a crazy that I detest beyond description… a place of total powerlessness and fear that powerlessness, that acute vulnerability… lessons in awareness and soft underbellies and gentle heartedness toward myself, hard won, people, hard won. I am not so good at… Read More