Resting in Negative Space

I am, for the first time in quite a while, between projects.

There is nothing on my easel.  I finished my most recent piece on Thursday. I’m not preparing for an upcoming trip or workshop.  I ran the 5K I’d been looking forward to yesterday, and then completed the online classes I’d been putting off.  Most of the planning for “An Afternoon of Healing Arts” has been done, and we’ll have a work day at the end of this week to bring it all together.  The last day of “Let’s Read Together” was yesterday.  The next Healing Touch class in Raleigh isn’t until October.  In-fact, I don’t even have anything in the plans for dinner today.

There is nothing on my easel today … literally or figuratively.

Women often ask me how I stay so positive.  I keep myself very busy, I say … very busy.  I choose compassion for myself and others, over anger or resentment … and I stay busy.

My world isn’t picture perfect.  Should I choose to, I could lay down right now and allow the miserable slug of self-consumption to eat me alive.  I will not.

I woke up with a fair amount of pain this morning.  I chose to get out of bed at 6:00 and go for a barefoot walk in the wet grass.  Walking, praying, grounding, listening to the wonderful sounds of the morning as the Mother Earth awoke.  I felt better.

Just keep moving forward.

Projects keep me moving forward.  They keep me from getting lost in the worry that my life is void of meaning and purpose.  They keep me moving toward the time when my days will be spent close to my family.

So, yes, there are more projects coming … but not today.

It’s liberating, really … the words that just came to me were ‘negative space’, not sure why.  (just looked it up … yep, I like negative space for today)

I have plenty on the horizon … but for today, nothing is waiting for me.  A day, maybe a few days, in negative space … taking good care of me … preparing this vessel for the work she will do.

With big love, and wishes for all that bring you peace today,