I have been inspired by this quotation since I first encountered it in Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way many years ago. It has helped me with so many leaps since then.
Leap and the net will appear.
Granted, sometimes the net is not exactly where I’d hoped it would be and there is a long period of free fall…. I’m learning to love this not knowing or in some cases to simply tolerate it and learn to be at peace with the discomfort.
A bounce in the net and then off on another surprising trajectory. I am learning to understand that I am fundamentally process-oriented and there is nothing so intriguing and engaging to me as the process.
I have a process project to share in a new website that has gone through quite a few incarnations already since I started it in April. It’s called The Alchemy of Symbolic Communication, and for those of you who knew about Tiny Projects of Light, a new version of TPoL is living there too.
The Alchemy of Symbolic Communication (TAoSC for short) is meant to be like a treasure chest of resources for inspiration and support. It’s a place to share what I’m working on, what I’m using in my own healing processes, as well as some of my creative projects. I hope you enjoy your visit to TAoSC.
The sunshine has been pulling me outdoors recently, and I’ve been exploring unfamiliar areas close to my new home. This afternoon I went down to the water’s edge—it’s my first spring here and I want to know how the river is when her ice breaks up. This path meant a lot of stairs, down and then up. When I got home I thought to myself: “There’s a big difference between a long walk and a long walk with stairs.”
So that’s my insight for you today. Give yourself credit for the stairs, and rest a little more. Inner work, creative work, spiritual work, and emotional transformation: these activities take a lot of energy, use different muscles, and require a special kind of focus. Just like stairs. Whatever it is in your life that you realize takes something more of you than you have been acknowledging, honour it. Honour yourself and the work you do with the stairs.
Last summer I wrote a poem called “Temple”, inspired by my favourite waterfall in Fundy National Park. I’ve made a short video (2 minutes) to go with the poem. It was fun to play around with the movie software to see if I could put my concept into visual terms. You might need to turn your volume up to hear it properly.
Expected things about moving: staying up late, feeling exhausted & cranky, gusts of anxiety and visits to the land of overwhelm. But the surprises: coming back to the living room after all the furniture is gone, the wood floor glowing warm from the cool window light and so spacious! I think to myself, How beautiful it is. My glance is a lover’s glance when he suddenly sees the face of the girl in the face of the old woman he loves and remembers why he fell in love in the first place….