Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Message

Bottle from Wire.Ma.Jigs
"Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be."  
                                                                                                                           ~Joy Page

Friday, February 17, 2012

Trusting the process

Canvas 1 layer 5 
I cannot even began to articulate how much I am enjoying Flora's Bloom True intuitive painting class. It is a different kind of painting. You must allow yourself the space to flow with your body and not against it. To make marks in the kind of fashion that a 4 year old might create. The biggest lesson so far, though, is to trust. 

I'm trusting the ugly phase on one of my canvases and appreciating that my painting can be covered again and again if needed. Well not so much covered but transformed. Every brush stroke is a small piece to the puzzle. Every layer a story. A big practice of letting go for me today was to cover the image above with layers of black and white strokes. I was really becoming quite attached to the canvas and how it was progressing and mourned a little about what I was covering up transforming. 

That is about the moment when it hit me there was a life lesson here. I was learning to trust the process and what Flora was sharing. It isn't about holding on. It is about letting go. One transformation at a time. Sometimes we get so incredibly hung up on a piece of our lives that looks so good on the outside. Unable to transform it even if...yes even if... in the end it will turn out more beautiful than we ever expected. That is where I was sitting with this painting this morning. Looking at the circle area I so adored and allowing myself to transform it into something else. Sometimes we transform with a little black and sometimes we do it with a little white. Either way it's a tiny piece to a very big puzzle. 

Monday, February 13, 2012

To my dearest Spring



Sprouts


Dearest Spring,

I sense your presence nearby. Deep in my soul there is a knowing that you will always return to me. You wait ever so patiently for the time to be right while I fidget and pace the dark confines of my wintery walls waiting for your return. My heart aches to feel the warmth of the sun and the soft breezes you bring. My skin longs for the freedom of short sleeved garments. My feet beg for the loving care of a pedicure and grass on my feet.

Winter isn't always kind to me. Sometimes it feels as if I cannot bear another day without you. This year wasn't so harsh though. I'm grateful I'm getting stronger and finding joy in even the darkest of days. Though Winter will never be my love the way you are sweet Spring.

The robins flocking outside are a reminder that another season is coming to pass. I hope that your return will be soon. I promise to welcome you like the missed lover you are. I will hold space for celebration this year to honor your return properly. You have been greatly missed and I will continue to count the days until your return.

Faithfully Yours,
Celina