Dawn came quietly with a distinctively homespun, expansive feeling. Hours stretched ahead with minimal “haftas” except for being together.
My urge to create was mellowed perhaps by the deep satisfaction of the day before.
I enjoy days that feel like this one.
I spent some time journaling about how frequently I have underappreciated my hands by contemplatively journaling from the phrase, “What does your hand hold?” That simple question coupled with all my hand work over the past few weeks brought me into quite a deep state of gratitude for my hands.
I watched my left hand closely as I journaled with my right hand. (I almost wrote “write” hand). I wrote, “My hand can be a beautiful vessel, a container to catch droplets of awareness and a-ha’s. My hand may be a comfort, a rod of discipline, a sensual giver and a satisfied receiver. My hand is my creative conduit…”
Which brought me to an awareness that without the hand, my creative conduit, how would I be able to do that which I love to do?
Without any previous thought, I popped my pencil into my mouth and attempted to write.
After struggling with one sentence I wrote again with my hand, remarking, “It is difficult and I get spit on the page when my pencil nearly gags me. It would be possible to do what I do without my hand but very, very difficult.”
I put my hand on top of Katherine’s hand in the piece we did collaboratively, “Ruptured chaos” and even in the negative space blackness felt the grace in her slender fingers in comparison with what I call my “worker hands” – short, stubby, bread kneading, hammer wielding hands.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching silly holiday movies with my girls with Samuel near by offering the occasional bottle of water and shoulder massages. I have great kids.
I also had rehearsal to content with, so I set out for some quiet alone time at one of my favorite places in the world – the Kern Riverbed, to take some photos which I was going to call my Art Every Day Art.
My favorite shot is of this appliance box left behind in the middle of this dry riverbed area by a tree. Somehow its out-of-placeness felt just right.
I also took a self portrait hugging and being hugged by a tree. We don’t get many autumnal leaf displays in
We only have a week more of Art Every Day Month.
I am devoted to giving and receiving awareness and a-ha’s and to continue to follow the leading of my heart and my hand. I can’t wait to see where we all go!
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