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I’m enjoying my morning espresso at twice the quantity my doctor currently recommends, sweetened with a taste of honey, and nicely fattened up with a splash of half-n-half. There is nothing routine about this morning; I’m painting this weekend. 🙂

Inspiration and readiness

Inspiration and readiness.

I don’t rush into it, this morning. There is still the matter of having my coffee, considering my notes taken over the past year, over recent days, and during the night and deciding which idea of many to start with. There are things about how I approach painting that could so easily have led me sooner to mindfulness, if I had understood that they could lead me anywhere. Lessons waiting to be learned. I’ve long accepted, for example, that although inspiration gets the process started, an idea of color, composition, subject, and meaning amount to framework, more than any assurance of capturing precisely that thing I had in mind, and I don’t get attached to a specific outcome with any one painting. My creative process is fluid, imprecise, and driven by inspiration; where it leads is as big a surprise for me, sometimes, as for anyone. Somehow I hadn’t managed to take those lessons, and that practical understanding of perspective, and healthy self-acceptance into other parts of my experience.

It seems so easy to completely overlook what life may be trying to teach us, in the everyday, in the extraordinary, in the obligations we feel we have, in the passions we pursue. I have missed so much that seems now to have been shouting in my ear, nagging me to take another look…it’s generally more obvious looking back. lol Mindfulness matters, here, too; bringing more depth to those everyday experiences, and more of my awareness to life’s lessons.

Today is a new day, a new experience, and I am approaching things with a beginner’s mind, and a level of awareness, mindfulness, and contentment that I have not previously had to call upon, when I painted. I wonder what will come of it, when paint hits canvas? I have so much to work from…so much recent inspiration fresh in my consciousness…

...paths, trails, and journeys...

…paths, trails, and journeys…

...moments of sublime contentment and peace wrenched from experiences of extraordinary chaos...

…moments of sublime contentment and peace wrenched from experiences of extraordinary chaos…

...all manner of metaphors...

…all manner of metaphors…

...indescribable qualities of light...

…indescribable qualities of light…

...amazing colors...

…amazing colors…

...moments of whimsy...

…moments of whimsy…

...moments that happened to fast to easily be captured on film...

…moments that happened too fast to easily be captured on film…

...changes in perspective...

…changes in perspective…

...and patterns that revealed something new, adding to my understanding of my experience.

…and patterns that revealed something new, adding to my understanding of my experience.

Today is a good day to let inspiration lead. Today is a good day for music, art, and smiles. Today is a good day to see where my journey is taking me, reflected in my art. Today is a good day to change the world.

Most journeys of any substantial distance or great importance have moments of value, and moments I could have done without. Seems reasonable to expect it would be so, simply considering the statistical improbability that any journey would be utterly lovely, and without challenge, from start to finish.

Metaphorically speaking

Metaphorically speaking

Yesterday started well, but for the headache I woke with…which evolved into something very like ‘morning sickness’ and proceeded to hot flashes and heavy sweating somewhat later, followed by a vague sensation of anger that hadn’t yet erupted, which lingered with the headache for much of the remainder of the day. It entirely sucked. Other than how I felt subjectively (body and mind) it seemed in all respects to be a nice day.  Hormone Hell.  I finally admitted I just ‘wasn’t there’ with a good day, myself, and took care of me with every tool I have at hand these days.

It can be so simple.

It can be so simple.

1. I changed my environment; heading for the most emotionally safe space I could (in this case, home).

2. I took steps to relax; a shower, comfy clothes, yoga, a nice cup of herb tea, selected with care to ease symptoms, where possible.

3. I pursued an intellectually engaging distraction; reading and study in a current area of great interest.

4. Meditation – and this being the ‘favorite wrench’ in my tool box, I did it several times, as needed, no timer.

5. Got some space. I talked over explicit boundaries with my at-home partner and ensured that we both got the space we needed to deal with my unpredictable hormones and temperament.

6. Utterly without guilt got the rest and sleep I clearly needed, crashing earlier than usual, and sleeping soundly through the night almost until my alarm went off.

The day ended well, and by ‘well’ I mean I didn’t throw a childish tantrum, having a screaming fit of rage, alienate myself from every reasonable person I know, or cry myself to sleep.  It was a quiet evening, spent gently.

The basics matter.

The basics matter.

I woke this morning in a very different place: calm, content, mostly pain-free, relaxed, and well-rested.  The world looks very different than it did through hormone colored lens. I’m glad I’m not there, today.

Today is a new day, and so far a lovely one. My coffee is hot, and black, and somehow ‘just right’. I feel content and I feel the tug of a smile at the corners of my lips; a nice start to the day.  I feel alert and eager to take on the day, to commit to the moment, to take on new projects… I feel inspired.  Today is a good day to be the best of who I am, unconcerned that a moment of humanity may reveal me, flawed, vulnerable.  Today is a good day to pursue dreams and share conversations with strangers. Today is a good day to say ‘yes’ to life and love. Today is a good day to be kind. Today is a good day to change the world.