Daily Rituals

There are no accidents.  Had a couple magazines & a book set aside to take down with me to Be Well this morning.  Left them in our upstairs bathroom (which had John wondering if I had been reading in the shower).  So, I rummaged through the cafe's growing (and intriguing) book collection.  

Would have picked up a cookbook to peruse as I savored my zucchini carrot pecan cake & cafe au lait, but didn't want to inconvenience Joel & Lee by reaching over their table.  Instead, went down to the grouping of books near the front bay window.  Where I found Daily Rituals, a book that focuses on the daily work schedules of artists & other creatives.  In turn, discovered IT is a build off a blog, Daily Routines. 

Goose bumps!  And fresh realization about a deep, forever personal desire for STRUCTURE.

Fact - as much as something within me longs for the well-structured life, believes that it is the fount of my best creativity, something outside of me (no idea from whence) has distracted discouraged dissuaded me from actually, you know...  developing one.  

Cool reality - am at a place in my life where I can do what I want, rather than what is comfy familiar.  No accident that this dandy book turned up at this point in time, that there is a blog detailing dozens & dozens of ways creatives over the past 400 years approached their life passion, or at least pursuit.

Amazing, what your eyes can see & your ears can hear & your heart can feel, when you choose liberation over status quo!

Reweaving Community

For as long as I can remember, it fascinated me that the leaders of my home community failed to celebrate its beginning as something ripped from an original piece, then rewoven into a new whole.  Bryn Athyn  is about as good an example of reweaving as you're likely to find anywhere.

At this moment in time, my home town faces the challenges of torn fabric and fraying ends.  Strikes me that's natural, with time.  It tends to be the unused outfits that continue to look pristine, hanging in my closet, while the ones I hold most dear are likely to need the most attention, to get the occasional slosh of wine on the sleeve, the pulled thread from a cat's curious claw.  Some can, with a little TLC & expert care, be restored, while I have to realize which have seen their day & must be replaced.

As I write this, members from my birth church are at a seminar at Saddleback Church.  Even more than I envy them basking in California's warm sunny climes is how much I envy them the opportunity to learn new ways of reweaving cherished fabric into whole, inspiring cloth.  

Reweaving dreams, communities, the fabric of our very being.  What lovely images to hold in my heart.