I twist myself around a cactus on the trail, avoiding it’s spikes, and tug on my dog’s leash, ‘let’s go!’ I glance back to see he’s paused, his back paw hovering, patiently waiting for me to swiftly remove another cholla burr from it’s pad. With the pain subsided, he happily trots ahead of me, knowing the meandering trails on our land by heart. He’s happiest outside, in the early morning before the sun creeps over the top of the rugged hill of the canyon our home is nestled into. Our home. This home that feels like a gift from the universe after a tough year of moves and instability. This home that will only be home until the new year, when I’ll have to find somewhere else to settle in. As tempting as it is to fret, I let myself be here now, knowing future me will call in somewhere special to live, I’ve done it so many times before and I have faith I’ll do it again.
Moving is distracting and exhausting and scattering. It’s also an opportunity for fresh inspiration and re-building trust. I’ve been deep in all these feels while continuing to work and reflect and build my business and spend time with friends and tiny, fast-growing growing family members and consistently support my therapy clients. This (un)balance has brought shifting movement. Things fall to the wayside only to be picked back up again with a deep self-compassion for my humanity.
It’s okay to rest, I tell myself. It’s okay to not touch clay for months, I tell myself. It’s okay to sew sixteen squares of a new quilt and let them sit idly in the corner of my studio for three weeks, I tell myself. I know in my heart that by giving myself the space and time to rest and connect with myself and my loved ones, by caring for my needs and defining what I want, I will dive back into my clay with renewed energy, I’ll sit at my sewing machine once again, I’ll continue to build a life of my dreams.
I sometimes offer my clients space to imagine a quality they’d like to embody in the coming week, in the time between our sessions. Earlier this week, after my morning pages and tarot pull, I offered that same space to myself. Intentional Action, I found myself whispering. May I move through my week with intentional action toward everything I know I deserve. And now I ask you, what quality would you like to call into your week? May it find it’s way into your days.
My unblocking creativity workshop I hosted last week was everything I hoped it would be and more - so I’m hosting another one in the fall! If you’re at least one ounce creative (aka if you are a human), this workshop is for you! Join me.
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