Living Artfully

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One of my visions is to have a spacious, well-lit studio that looks out onto a creek and forest. The studio is stocked with what ever art supply I need. And, wonders of wonders, the studio magically tidies itself up at night.

Playing with this vision while I napped this afternoon, I asked myself what is my true desire, my authentic desire, my heart’s desire? Is my true desire is to have a studio space or, is the true desire to live life artfully. Or, to live an art-filled life?

What would an artful life look like, feel like? It might be a life where I can follow the energy to shift, change and reveal patterns, be they patterns related to paint, paper, pen, and ink, or energetic patterns. Where I can co-create ceremony, celebrations, community. A life where I am a creator of content, of my life, rather than a consumer.

When I consider the desire for an artful life, I feel like I am growing wings. One moment the white, graceful feathered wings of a swan, another moment the powerful, wide wings of eagle, condor, hawk. And then, raven wings to twist and turn and dance within the forest.

And now, to the studio, to make some wings, to be a wingmaker, a dream weaver, an artist of my life.

We are Star Dust Called by the Universe

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Oh my gosh, my heart and soul danced with delight while I watched this. Just feel into it –

Every atom in your body
Came from a star that exploded
You are all star dust
From a star that exploded (Neil Degrasse Tyson)

Imagine if we all re-membered our beginnings as stardust, if we all could connect with that divine spark from over 14 Billion years ago, if we could  see the magnificance of the universe contained within each of us. Imagine.

Find more: http://symphonyofscience.com/

Bursting Forth

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Stumbled upon this poppy bursting into new life in the corner of my garden. What delight. The sheer beauty of the life force breaking free took my breath away. I too, feel like I am breaking open. Into what or who, I am not sure. Something is shifting. The tides have changed. Not just within me, but on the planet. My heart is singing.