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2013 Vision Board

I finally, finally and just in the nick of time (since I have to go back to my paid work tomorrow) finished my 2013 vision board. Liv Lane describes the practice this way, “Rather than waiting to ‘see what happens’ in 2013, creating a vision board allows you to see what can happen in 2013.”

I couldn’t get a very good picture of it, and it’s too big to use my scanner, but here’s what I came up with:

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New Year, New You

“The new year is always the perfect time to make a commitment to yourself to increase your daily fitness and live a healthier life. This year, make another commitment to find new ways to slow down your busy life and create a little peace and serenity.”

Free, free, free, free, free.
(Freedom is my guiding word, my intention for 2013,
to feel free, free from and free to).
Walking in the park…shades of gray.
A thousand shades of gray.

Making space,
radical self-acceptance,
beautiful you.
Dreaming. Comfort.
Change your space, free your mind.
Relax. Open. Deepen.

Path is simple: to root in purpose.
“Your purpose is about discovering and nurturing who you truly are, to know and love yourself at the deepest level and to guide yourself back home when you lose your way,” (Kris Carr).

To tread lightly.
To remember.
To be outside.
To step off the path.
To play.
To live.

The art of living knows no bounds.
Free, free, free, free, free.
Truly joyful.
Truly memorable.
Truly original.
Dream.

Images: The image of the submerged stump in the lower right corner for me represents that the growth you can see, the life that is visible is only part of the story, that there is so much more below the surface.

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This year I intend to continue sinking deep into my body and the present moment, running and practicing yoga and walking in the park and meditating and getting naked.

There is an elephant on the lower left side, like Ganesha, a protector and remover of obstacles. Art, light, writing, and strawberries, (I’m planning a berry bed that will run the entire length of the front of my house). Arrows and a strip of map, a path, direction and movement.

The picture of the woman on the typewriter is a tiny bit of magic. I originally had a picture of a woman in sitting meditation, but felt the board wasn’t done, it needed something that represented my desire, my longing, my aspiration, my intention to write and publish. I opened up an issue of Taproot and started to flip through the pages, and there she was, the turquoise of the typewriter so perfectly matched to the blue of the water below it.

What is so magic about it is that hat looks suspiciously like one owned and worn by my good friend Sherry Richert Belul. If it’s not you, Sherry, please don’t tell me. The thought that it might be her/you, that she/you might represent the friendship and support of a collective of kindreds, of like-minded artists and warriors, of all those in my tribe, including all my kind and gentle readers, gives me so much joy.

P.S. Magic update: If you read the comments, it turns out that IS Sherry in the picture. How cool is that?!

Shower, Eat, and Meditate

janmorningskyEven though I’ve been posting Small Stones and I rewrote my About page, I’ve skipped some of my regular posts lately, didn’t do a Three Truths and One Wish this week, haven’t been Wishcasting regularly, and in general, I feel like I haven’t been “around” as much lately. And yet, it’s been a necessary shift.

This past week, I started as a teaching assistant for Mondo Beyondo. That course is even more amazing than I remember, and this time through, I’m seeing so many new things, still getting so much out of it for myself as a student. I’m so eager for Andrea to feel like it was right and good to ask me to help, and so excited for the wonderful people involved, so happy to be there that I have to be careful to not run around like a big clumsy Great Dane puppy, barking and knocking things over and generally annoying everyone with my enthusiasm. I’m trying to be really careful to keep the “volume” down, but I just love that class and Andrea’s work so much–but you already knew that. (P.S. Cultivating Courage starts on Monday, January 14th, and there’s still room in Mondo Beyondo).

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In other news, I’m trying not to panic that I have to start back at my paid work on Monday. This morning, I made a “Big To-Do” list of everything I have going on next week, in the hopes I could put that all aside, having it now organized, and not have to think about it anymore this weekend. That sort of worked, but then again all day I’ve been thinking today is Sunday, that I start back tomorrow, and that doesn’t feel nice.

Here’s the real issue: I currently have two full-time jobs, my paid work and my heart’s work. And it is about to get even crazier, because on Monday two more classes will start, Cultivating Courage and The Story of You. I have two long meetings next week, and had to schedule things like getting a haircut, going to the eye doctor, and having the plumber finally come fix our leaky sink in the bathroom, along with going back to CSU and doing that work.

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My strategy, my mantra has become “shower, eat, and meditate.” I already have a set morning routine, what happens from 4:30-8:00 am–feed the dogs, drink half a cup of coffee while I write my morning pages, check in with my email and Facebook and blog, and then either walk the dogs, go to yoga or the gym. Where I can get stuck is when I come back home to get ready for work, what happens between 8 and 9 am. I got in the habit while on break of “just checking one thing, real quick” before getting in the shower, which would usually lead to me being on the computer for two or three hours instead, and by then being so hungry that I’d eat whatever was fast, not what I really wanted or what was healthy, and once I showered, it would be so late, I’d think “I can’t meditate now, I have work I want to do, so I’ll meditate later,” and later never came because by the time I’d stop working, I was too tired, would allow myself to skip it.

So this mantra, “shower, eat, and mediate,” reminds me to take care of myself, both literally (these are the things I need to do first thing, that I seem to need help remembering, that I tend to skip in order to help or love someone else) and it also triggers a bigger remembering of necessary self-care, self-love, reminding me of the place to begin, to let go and come back to center.

And this busyness, this activity is just how things are going to have to be for awhile. Unless my fairy godmother shows up, I win the lottery, or a kind benefactor decides to fund my heart’s work, I need to keep my job that pays. As for the rest, I will keep taking tiny steps, dreaming my big dreams, anticipating mystery and magic and surprises, and learning to love and care for myself along the way. This is my life, and I am completely in love with it.