Let me count the ways…..

When I get into a place where I’m rattling around
inside of my head,  lost in my anxious thoughts,
and long to flow from my heartspace instead,
but
I’m
stuck,
my go-to thing
to slip loose from the noose
is this:

I show up to make a list,
and this feels somehow like a trust-fall back into the flow.
There’s just something about the muse and motion of list-making
that soothes
my
noodle.

So a here’s a process share,  for especially when life can feel
like a slide into the upside down,
and showing up to gratitude feels thin
– maybe riff on some different questions instead.  Like:

~ list what times have I felt the safest;  what sounds and smells do I remember from then?

~ list what made me come alive as a kid;  what made me feel brave?

~ Think of the someones that you love;  imagine money is unlimited
and you have one moving van and can pack it like a freight train to send them.
List what goes in;  pack it tight.

~ Just by writing it down,  you can gift meals to people
for a few weeks.
Hand-delivered with love.
Imagine the menu;  what’s on the list?

~ What do you really want to leave behind after you’re gone;
list your legacy dreams.

~ list what makes your breath go all sweet and easy.

~ who are the people you want to forgive,
(even if you don’t want )
the ones for whom anger feels heavy.
How would it feel if the pain were swept away;
list the ways life may feel different.

~ What do you want to be like at 80.
List the things.

~ What are your dreams/hopes/prayers for someone you love.

~  list every wild,  brave,  fear-defying adventure you’d still like to take.

~ list every time you’ve felt stuck,  even trainwrecked,  and something shifted.
Hope happened.  Wind filled your sails again.
Remember and celebrate.

So list-making is my weird little life hack.
Makes my belly grin peace again
to help my creativity wriggle free.
It’s how I get my groove back
when I’ve gone listless:)
(sorry)

“Astonishing material and revelation appear in our lives all the time.
Let it be.  Unto us,  so much is given.
We just have to be open for business.”
– Anne Lammot

(Congratulations to artist and blogger Suzanne McRae – I drew your name for the giveaway.
I’m sending some love in the mail.
Offering up another giveaway of a handmade art journal
and some note cards and handwritten love.
This post is more tutorial – a little leap for me.  Strange times nudge new ways.
Thanks for reading along; leave a comment and I’ll plunk your name in the hat
with a whole heap of love.

the play’s the thing….

I’ve been taking some time
to get to know myself better,
playing with soul playdough,
listening to what the shapes become,
like a second shot at kindergarten
that lets my  muchness be.

I’m a wave rider,
art maker,   star gazer,  tree hugger,   joy finder,
truth teller,   song seer,   God believer
and I’m learning to think like a farmer,
dance like a child,
cry like a girl,
love wholehearted
rest in motion,
and follow my hope.

I like sunshine and breezes,
and rivers when they ramble,
roses when they climb,
peace when it’s real,
and while I’m a dreamy soul,
I’m fierce in a fight.
I hate war
but I hate slavery more.

I’m happy when I’m pruning,
coaxing the fullness out of broken and  silenced spaces,
nudging them into healing light.
We ‘ve all got ’em,   those places
and nothing makes me quiver glad
like the strong fragile beauty
of  hearts getting free.

I like people more than paper,
facetime more than distance,
interaction more than book-writing
and playing more than perfecting.

So I’ve been un-sewing a book
that wasn’t ready to be born
and quilting pieces into playful material
for churning creative butter,
to nudge and tickle hearts childlike again.

I’ll be sharing some playhouse putty
from time to time
here
and loving it if you want to  play along too.

the play's the thing….

I’ve been taking some time
to get to know myself better,
playing with soul playdough,
listening to what the shapes become,
like a second shot at kindergarten
that lets my  muchness be.

I’m a wave rider,
art maker,   star gazer,  tree hugger,   joy finder,
truth teller,   song seer,   God believer
and I’m learning to think like a farmer,
dance like a child,
cry like a girl,
love wholehearted
rest in motion,
and follow my hope.

I like sunshine and breezes,
and rivers when they ramble,
roses when they climb,
peace when it’s real,
and while I’m a dreamy soul,
I’m fierce in a fight.
I hate war
but I hate slavery more.

I’m happy when I’m pruning,
coaxing the fullness out of broken and  silenced spaces,
nudging them into healing light.
We ‘ve all got ’em,   those places
and nothing makes me quiver glad
like the strong fragile beauty
of  hearts getting free.

I like people more than paper,
facetime more than distance,
interaction more than book-writing
and playing more than perfecting.

So I’ve been un-sewing a book
that wasn’t ready to be born
and quilting pieces into playful material
for churning creative butter,
to nudge and tickle hearts childlike again.

I’ll be sharing some playhouse putty
from time to time
here
and loving it if you want to  play along too.