Still point between journeys

Found a fortune in my backpack upon return from NM. It was from a take out meal I had in my hotel room at the Super 8, wrecked from heat exhaustion after exploring the Chaco Canyon area. It reads ‘a much needed vacation will allow you to unwind.’ Perhaps this is true.

Seems I have only been home for a day or two from New Mexico, but alas, it’s been far longer.  Long enough to get dragged back into the day-to-day, with day-job-work to attend to, family to connect with,  but I find myself on the eve of my favorite part of the season.  That part of the year in which I take ‘off’ from work, and yet, from which often my deepest idea-gatherings and thought-craftings dwell.  It seems a bit upside-down, doesn’t it?

Tomorrow before dawn we fly to visit our first born who is spending a magical summer out in Colorado on a musical fellowship.  I am excited to get back to a mountainous climate and to see our kid with my own eyes to make sure he’s all good.  4 years of conservatory can take it out of a fella and I’m his mama.   Enough said, I suppose.  This is not a usual jaunt for us in summer and it feels quite decadent.  We are excited and debating what to pack….

If time and inspiration allow, I will share some of our Rocky Mountain adventure here on the blog, but closely following this quick trip is my annual trek down the rabbit hole/ off to Brigadoon that is the Swannanoa Gathering.  Every year this week of music is exactly what it needs to be.  I’m out of practice but excited to see old friends and make new ones.  All of us sharing a love of Irish Music.  So we shall see, and I place no pressure on myself.

This last trek to Taos has me all shifted inside.  Not as game on the pressures that make me ‘work’.  Allowing things just to be instead of pushing them along.

“You can’t push the river.” ~Eunice Proust (via Terry Pratchett)

Just allowing.

Today, this allowing comes in the form of a cup of tea and some knitting to sit with this afternoon under a clouded-gray sky.  Seems like a total waste of time and yet, here I am.

I came across an amazing Rilke quote over on twitter the other day and I think it sums up my life’s work beautifully…

“I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.”  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Amen.

The other day I did some painting – finally – and it felt really good.  And now I am left with a small pile of not-good paintings lying around.  I find it really fascinating that the visual arts are such that our practicing leaves visible evidence in the world.  Often evidence we might not want others to see or share.  This isn’t the case in most other art forms.  When I practice tunes on my flute, I play them, maybe get a little better at playing the tune and move on – with no slime trail left behind.  This is something we visual artists must grapple with.  Even Georgia O’Keeffe had stretcher frames in her workshop off of which she had sliced undesirable paintings to be recycled or destroyed.  I love her moxie.

And, !ya esta!.  Sharing a cup of tea, and a quote that has me thinking big thoughts in the course of this, the latest of my gypsy summers.  I love being on the road.  It causes me to question everything and then to return home with eyes wide open to the beauty of it all and my gratitude for both the journey and the coming home.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Still point between journeys”

  1. We move from one liminal space to another, it seems. The fallow times are precious and important, as are the goings out into the world. Sending you love and encouragements for both sides of the doorway, dear Amy. xxx

    1. Thanks SO very much Angie! I know that is true. But I need reminding! In this day and age of production and capitalism, we human be-ings forget that we are not human do-ings after all….

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