Continuing from yesterpost, as I’m finding my place in this book, it’s finding its place in my days.
I’m loving the contrast of my art against the books original purpose (which I spoke of more over here). The waves and the lines criss-crossing the verbal nonsense. More than this I’m enjoying the meditation of the evening ritual this book plays out in my life. It’s very lack of specific purpose is becoming it’s purpose.
It’s a bit solid ground in uncertain times as I’m feeling unsettled in aspects of my life with the turmoil of transition, that awkward movement into unknown territory. It sits in part of my world where I know I can keep moving, one little step at a time.
Behind the noise of confusion I soften the day, here is my haven. I leave the other realities, partially dismantled, they can wait for now.
I’m drawing in a series of moments of now.
I’m relishing the freedom: detaching from outcome , delighting in the hope, focussing on process,
the less I plan, the more fun I have.
The more I let go, the more I let go.