Wylde Women: Claim Your Power, hand made ceramic and multi-media wall sculptures, 9" high, by Tammy Vitale

Somehow I’m off in calculating my "weeks."  I have been thinking of Sunday as the start of the new week when actually Saturday is.  So I have a bit of an overlap.  And because this is my process.  I’m going to count Sunday as the actual start of the new week for me, otherwise my head, which is full of stuff, will lose track.

Check in:  I wrote morning pages every day, mostly first thing.  They were as amazing as I remember them being when I take the time to remember.  What I remember is that "doing the work" of making my life is work.  It isn’t thoughts roaming around in my head and sometimes hopping on the hamster wheel (zen:  monkey mind).  It is thoughts nailed down to the page to get them out of the way so that creativity came come roaring through.  Which it has.  Time can actually expand.  We just have to want it to.  Here’s the other thing….thinking (and, horrors, saying out loud, which really brings the karma imps hovering):  I don’t have enough time – creates that.  That is how we create our lives.  We tell ourselves:  I don’t have enough time (for whatever) or money (for whatever) and we create scarcity of both because our subconscious believes everything we feed it.  And it’s just a story!  So I am changing my stories.

A friend told me yesterday (as I was visiting just prior to doing my walk):  make your life a series of intentions.  If you are answering the phone, answer it with the intention that it is positive.  If you are taking a walk, think about what you want to see and call that to you.  Don’t just plow through the day not thinking.  Which made me think of driving down the road lost in my head – all the time – never seeing what is actually around me.

I took my artist’s date to JoAnne’s Fabric where I bought notions and material remnants for my  Shadow Wymyn series that was just born this week, and spend time dawdling through the store instead of running in and running out with exactly what I came for.  I browsed books and discovered wonderful wire words for the Wymyn that I would not have found without nosing around because I didn’t know to look for them!

Which is why I took my camera on the walk, determined to see my walking space as a tourist might.

And here it is:

Daggone.  I already seem to have forgotten how to embed the YouTube muvees.  Well, hop on over and view my walk while I consult with Leah who taught me how to do this in the first place with one of her Create Challenge Sundays.

Which reminds me.  Don’t forget to visit Create a Connection’s Creative Challenge Sunday where I have posted my last post as February’s Sunday host.  It’s on making Spirit Dolls and I think you’ll enjoy it.

Did I mention I Finding Water seems to be hiding from me?  I have no idea where it’s gone off to.

thought for the day:  There are many ways to go home; many are mundane, some are divine. ..Rereading passages of books and single poems that have touched [us].  Spending even a few minutes near a river, a stream, a creek.  Lying on the ground in dappled light.  Being with a loved one without kids around.  sitting on the porch shelling something, knitting something, peeling something.  Walking or driving for an hour, any direction, then returning.  Getting on any bus, destination unknown.  Making drums while listening to music.  Greeting sunrise.  Driving out to where the city lights do not interfere with the night sky…Sitting on a bridge with legs dangling over.  Holding an infant.  Sitting by a window in a cafe and writing.  Sitting in a circle of trees.  Drying hair in the sun.  Putting hands in a rain barrel.  otting plants, being sure to get hands very muddy.  Beholding beauty, grace, the touching frailty of human beings.   Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who run With the Wolves