When you are lost, what do you do? How do you bring yourself back?
Many times I will spend my time sitting out on my patio, listening to the wind and nature and just being.
Other times I sit with my cats and watch them play and interact with each other. Animals that are typically solitary, not these guys. They are very much a family. They offer support to each other, and compassion. They play together and cuddle and groom the other. They give me hope each day.
But the place I go to the most for clarity, for center, for understanding is my art journal. A journaler from a very early age I fill pages with words. Words that say so much. And then I make art. Sometimes right over top of the words, sometimes within the words, and occassionally without the need for words at all.
I feel for you. I spend a lot of time staring into space while sitting in “my corner” a special space I’ve created in my garden. Sometimes it is not enough and that’s when I pick an area in my home and start purging and cleaning. There’s something about tossing stuff into the bin or taking a trip to the dump that heals me. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
I have a difficult time being or getting quiet (shocking to hear, huh?). When I am feeling lost I know I must at least get still first. I start with my music, with headphones. I have created playlists for this sort of thing. I find my emotion, my words, my path, my inspiration, my center in music. Then I must get “it” out of me – whether I type it, write it, paint it, digitally create it – whatever – I just must get “it” out of my head. I have found that once I get whatever I am struggling with (“it”) outside of my head I can see it more clearly and think more clearly.
When you are lost, what do you do? How do you bring yourself back?
Many times I will spend my time sitting out on my patio, listening to the wind and nature and just being.
Other times I sit with my cats and watch them play and interact with each other. Animals that are typically solitary, not these guys. They are very much a family. They offer support to each other, and compassion. They play together and cuddle and groom the other. They give me hope each day.
But the place I go to the most for clarity, for center, for understanding is my art journal. A journaler from a very early age I fill pages with words. Words that say so much. And then I make art. Sometimes right over top of the words, sometimes within the words, and occassionally without the need for words at all.If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!
I feel for you. I spend a lot of time staring into space while sitting in “my corner” a special space I’ve created in my garden. Sometimes it is not enough and that’s when I pick an area in my home and start purging and cleaning. There’s something about tossing stuff into the bin or taking a trip to the dump that heals me. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
I have a difficult time being or getting quiet (shocking to hear, huh?). When I am feeling lost I know I must at least get still first. I start with my music, with headphones. I have created playlists for this sort of thing. I find my emotion, my words, my path, my inspiration, my center in music. Then I must get “it” out of me – whether I type it, write it, paint it, digitally create it – whatever – I just must get “it” out of my head. I have found that once I get whatever I am struggling with (“it”) outside of my head I can see it more clearly and think more clearly.
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