Week 2 into my Journey back into the Artist Way.
Recovering a Sense of Identity
Through the many lessons within this chapter the quote:
"In creative Recovery, it is not necessary that we change any of our beliefs. It is necessary that we examine them."
Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose ~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
This was a chapter to face the dragons named Crazy Makers and address self definition as a major component of creative recovery. Drawing new boundaries and staking out new territories as your personal needs, desires, and interests announced themselves. Personal Identity and self define you. (the Artist's Way)
This threw me into a weeklong of examining "MY STUFF"
I felt so empty with doing and giving and giving and giving that my cup never runneth over - it just ran dry.
I found that instead of replenishing I would just crash.
So again my thoughts turned to "MY STUFF"
What do I hold sacred?
What do I feed my soul?
Me being the lover of words I needed to make certain I knew exactly what STUFF meant
Stuff - noun
a skill, ability, or knowledge that makes a person able to do
capability, gift, knack, talent, makings, potentiality
~the basic elements from which something can be developed
the quality or qualities that make a thing what it is.
I came to the conclusion that I have some pretty good STUFF going on and that I needed to make the decision to fill myself with the Good and Sacred unless I wished to watch my already weakened roots shrivel.
Out of this week Birthed my Affirmation Dolls
Raw and Rustic just like my soul
These Dolls are meant to be filled with whatever you hold Sacred inside of yourself. What you wish to feed your spirit. I made the decision that with this week of reading that I no longer could rely on others to fill my cup that it was time for me to replenish myself so that I could be a better Mother, Partner, a better Me.
Some of my stuff that fills me up
A slip of a picture that my child drew
a special rock handed to me with dirty little hands
a flower petal that fell at my feet
A "wish" that landed in my hair
a bird song that floated down from the trees
a written prayer
The little things that I need to remember to just pay attention.
"My Grandmother knew what a painful life had taught her, success or failure, the truth of a life really has little to do with its quality. The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention." (the Artist's Way)
These Dolls come packaged with a bag of "love stuffing" for better plumping capacity.
A needle and thread for "closure" upon completion of filling
These are blessings to get passed down to your children or gifted to other friends or loved ones who may have forgotten what goodness they DO have within.
They can be reopened and replenished because we at times have to reexamine
We are always a work in progress and that in itself is Beautiful.
Through this week is where the name
ASPIRE, DREAM, and JINGLE