What would we do without you?

Well, if its so deep you dont think that you can speak about it,
Just remember to reach out and touch the past and the future.
lyrics from Kate Bush [love & anger]

Breathe in. You’re connected, through that breath, to me/her/him/them – the World. You’re breathing in the breath of the Earth, the same air that generations of us have been trading back and forth since the beginning of time as we know it. The ground we walk on connects us, too. Innumerable sets of feet could have passed over the same path that you traveled today; the dirt is the same dirt that’s been here for ages, and broken down into components, is related to everything else on our planet, just as we are.

The Sanskrit word prana has many meanings, including these:

  • Breath, respiration
  • The breath of life, vital air, principle of life
  • Energy, vigor
  • The spirit or soul

Want to experience an amazing rush of life and a wonderful grounding, all at once? Try the 20 Connected Breaths exercise – I think you’ll see why I use this technique when I’m feeling stressed and disconnected.

β˜› Artist’s Way Chapter 10 Wrap-up, now in THREE DEEEE ☚

This week, I kinda sucked at taking care of bidness, as I like to say – in other words, I did a lot of THINKING about the tasks for this week, but not a lot of WRITING about them. I think I needed more than seven days to really work through this material, so I’ll be posting the actual written results of my rumination this week along with the Chapter 11 work.

I didn’t get all my Morning Pages written, but the ones I did complete had some good revelations and a bit of really decent writing, too. [yay!] My Artist’s Date was sudden and unexpected and quite joyful: taking my newly acquired BUBBLE GUN – won from a carny game at the County Fair! – and giving it a test run late night in a crazy wind storm. There was something so sublimely fun about watching hordes of bubbles get swept up and away by the strong winds, until they either broke or disappeared in the dark sky. I was giddy and cheerful afterward, full of happy thoughts of bubble journeys.

Touchstones: the spaces under trees, baking bread, singing in my car, dancing, finely spun yarn, GOATS!, kisses from Squeegee Cat, the sound of the ocean, lavender, iced soy mochas, MrWhite’s smile, snuggling down into the warm bed against MrWhite, pretty journals, yoga, stories by Charles DeLint, old school goth rock I know every note of with my heart and soul… *happy sigh*

I’ll share some more Chapter 10 writings as I get them down, if I feel that it is appropriate to do so. Some things you have to keep for yourself, you know?

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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