Logic brain is our Censor, our second (and third and fourth) thoughts. Artist brain is our inventor, our child, our very own personal absent-minded professor. The Artist’s Way
Oh gosh how empty and blank this page is, how difficult to find things to write about some mornings and those mornings the pages/blog doesn’t get written. I distract myself with email, and Facebook. Both forms of communication yet not as meditative as writing my pages/blog!
A quote my present itself before the end of writing, at the moment nothing is resonating.
Thursday evening I left the house to go to Philly without my camera, instead carrying a bag with a lighter shorts and t-shirt and Yoga mat. Yes, I joined the faeries at yoga for the first time. I have know about this practice since I connecting to the Faeries in Philly, yet only had attended the after yoga pot luck once this summer. So I step out of my comfort zone, placed my mat on the floor, and got to it. Well first of all, I was late, and the men were already sitting in mediation, Sherwood, graciously welcomed me, with his smiling face. I changed into comfortable shorts and dark blue T that I brought, found a place on the edge to the floor to set in the few remaining moments of meditation, that moved to a more suitable space to practice the movements of yoga. Wow, I had not moved my body in such a way in a long long time. Parts where difficult, yet rewarding to know I could get into position or it would not take my body much to get stretched out again, but not on this first night.
Tree yoga instructor was truly instructive and constantly accessing, gently reminding us what each pose/posture was about as well as it is effects on our body, mind and spirit. The experience was certainly one of the best I have had in sometime. I was a bit light-headed and my body felt extremely impacted. As I walked down the stairs to go the store next door to purchase items for the pot luck, I felt I had sea legs, that I had to feel the steps under my feet and the impact on my legs. I have to say my body is still a bit sore but I know it was for a good reason.
Pot Luck is always a clamours time of getting food items set out, dishes set up, people coming and going, the hustle and bushel of preparing a meal, the greetings of the guys, catching up, calming down, easing in to the evening meal. Which we first gather in a circle around the kitchen, hand and linked, some with arms around shoulders, very comradery… this is the time introduce ourselves, to make announcements about the evenings time, clean up process, general rules of the honoring the space. The other announcements are about what is going on, events, exhibits, heart circles, fundraiser, asking for assistance in some matter.
It was truly great to be in that space to be with men, gay, to catch up with some, to meet others for the first time, to share events, while sharing a meal, sitting mostly on the floor around a big low wooden table, the whole atmosphere is laid back and relaxed. Men are lounging this way and that leaning on each other, sitting between legs of others sitting on the sofas.
There is a part of my that still does not feel comfortable in that presence, I feel a sense of neediness from deep within me, the desire to be acknowledged, I had a feeling I was doing too much talking about myself, yet I made a conscious effort to ask about what was going for them as well. I am still an outsider in many ways because I am not around all that much, yet I am making my way. All in all it was a wise and wondrous evening of yoga and fellowship/comradery ! It was a great treat to my spirit.
Friday was a day of rest, when I got home Thursday evening, took a walk with the dogs, it was 11 pm, greeted the Moon in all her glory shinning on the field as we made our way around, no skunks this time. At home I sat with the dogs for a while until they settled down again, I on the computer until after 12 am… brings me back to the next day Friday, a day of resting my sore muscles, catching up on sleep, etc. The censor in my head going on and on about the sketch clubs juried art show submissions. The censor saying your not a member of the sketch club, my artist saying, ‘the information does not say anything about having to be an member’, as well as call them an ask before go over there with your work.’ Plus there is a line about “clipped frames” I am not sure what they mean by clipped frames, so another reason to call. If the first questions is a yes, you need not worry or you can chose other frames and work. So I did not make the call. I plan to this morning, the submission time is 1-5 pm and I was planning on going to the Gairad Fest on the other side of town that I would have to drive to anyway. So I didn’t have to make two trips to Philly.
Growth question: How often to you let logic talk you out of doing creative fun things?
I am Love, Jeff