Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Keep Going

Oh to be able to feel the delicious sense of being ALIVE that arises from the process of exploration...


Oh to be AWARE of what this day has in store for us....

Oh, and to learn how to sit with those uncomfortable moments that make you want to tear out your hair when the art or the report or the talk goes "wrong" or it feels like time has been "wasted" or absolutely nothing is coming to you and you feel like you are tirelessly spinning in circles.  To learn how to be with those and yet to keep going....


To keep painting.  Or writing.  Or running.  Or napping.  Or doing whatever it is that your instinct tells you to do because it is in harmony with the moment.  We find a guide once we are tapped into that part of ourselves beyond the shoulds and the fears and the ego-driven wants.  If we stay in harmony with that guide, the questions of what and where and how and even why do not need to be asked.

And along the way, it is so important to celebrate and support others who are on this journey.  Who get up, again and again, and keep going.

One of my fellow travelers on this consciously creative journey is Theresa with Faerie Moon Creations.  Theresa is not only seriously multi-talented herself (check out her Esty shop! ) but she focuses on featuring other artists to spread the love.  (Talented and generous - what a combination!!)

Recently I was so thrilled to receive this from Theresa:




It is finding a place of honor in my home.  It not only celebrates her talent (she took that photo!), inspires me (the quote? "Just living is not enough, said the butterfly, one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower" - Hans Christian Anderson), but warms my heart as I am reminded of her kindness & journey.

Thank you deeply, Theresa.

Finally, I recognize all of this only because I experience it.  In the past 24 hours, I have experienced the pains & elation of moving in and out of the flow - of stopping and keeping going.

I started an art piece on canvas, primarily for The Tribe (the group open to those who have completed BIG through Dirty Footprints Studio.)

I recorded the process on the web cam but may or may not get around to getting that up.  (Just FYI.)

At the end of the night, I had ended up with this:


And I strongly strongly disliked it.  It looked messy.  Trite in some areas.  And most importantly, Not Me.

I wanted to toss it.

That night, I kept going with my thoughts, my reflections, moving beyond that serious headache I was getting from trying to understand.

The following came to me:

I like time-worn colors. Messages that speak to the soul that exists in all of us. Whimsy that reminds us not to take all of this too seriously. Textures & figures that remind us of magic, mystery, tribal fires...all that we forget as we sit down behind the desk and merge into what we mistakenly assume is the "real" world.

This morning, I came down and starting distressing the heck out of the painting.  Sandpaper.  Distressing paint.

And I ended up with this:



I am much happier with this piece now (though it still calls to me).  I am at peace with the piece. :)  Most importantly, I have new insight into how to make my art and my voice sing the same song.  

All because I kept going.

Any places you can challenge yourself to keep going today?  (And yes, as long as it is your Truth, to keep going with sleeping counts.) 

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