As soon as I started blogging, last December,
I stopped writing my Morning Pages.
Well, almost stopped.
That’s not good for the soul.
Not good at all.
When I opened my (dust covered) notebook this week, I saw that I hadn’t written in it since Tuesday, May 6. Before that, the entries go back to January. No wonder my creativity wasn’t glowing — it was buried under a pile of brain crap!
The Artist’s Way In case you haven’t heard of it before, Julia Cameron‘s The Artist’s Way is a course in discovering and recovering your creative self — A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity.
I came across this international bestseller in 2002, but only worked through it for the first time in 2003. As this book has done and continues to do for so many people all over the world, it stirred a huge awakening in me; it fueled lots of excitement, unearthed many childhood dreams, and boosted my determination to make these dreams a reality.
BUT… one has to keep at it.
The Basic Tools
The author tells us there are two pivotal tools in creative recovery: the Morning Pages and the Artist Date. And she stresses the fact that a lasting creative awakening requires the consistent use of both these tools.
The Morning Pages Though The Artist’s Way gives a thorough explanation of what the Morning Pages are, I prefer the one given in Julia’s other book on creativity, Walking in This World.
Here’s an excerpt:
Morning Pages are the primary tool of a creative recovery. Three pages stream-of-consciousness writing done before the day “begins,” Morning Pages serve to prioritize, clarify, and ground the day’s activities.
Frequently fragmented, petty, even whining, Morning Pages were once called “brain drain” because they so clearly siphoned off negativity. Anything and everything is fuel for Morning Pages. They hold worries about a lover’s tone of voice, the car’s peculiar knocking, the source of this month’s rent money.
They hold reservations about a friendship, speculation about a job possibility, a reminder to buy Kitty Litter. They mention, sometimes repeatedly, overeating, undersleeping, overdrinking, and over- thinking, that favorite procrastinator’s poison artists are fond of.
I like to think of Morning Pages as a withdrawal process but not in the usual sense, where we withdraw from a substance taken away from us. No, instead, we do the withdrawing in Morning Pages. We pull ourselves inward to the core of our true values, perceptions, and agendas.
This process takes approximately a half hour — about the same time normally set aside for meditation. I have come to think of Morning Pages as a form of meditation, a particularly potent and freeing form for most hyperactive Westerners. Our worries, fantasies, anxieties, hopes, dreams, concerns, and convictions all float freely across the page. The page becomes the screen of our consciousness.
So I’m back to doing
my Morning Pages. Consistently.
I feel better already.
Here’s a tip — When I get stuck and don’t know what to write (rare, but it happens), I simply ask myself, How have you been feeling lately? or, How are you feeling at the moment? This always gets me going. And it’s a great way to dig into my deepest innards and see if there’s any poop that needs cleaning.
Next ritual I’ll be going back to: The Artist Date.
One measly little post in May…what the heck is going on with me?!
All month, I wanted to tell you about Cuba and my son’s wedding, but felt I should talk about my dear dog Daisy Mae’s passing first (happened April 1) but didn’t quite feel like it, so one day led to another and I ended up not writing a single thing. I’ll be getting to Daisy’s story…eventually…not ready yet…so here’s what I did today and what I intend to do in the days to come.
Fun Times
My creative friend Stacy arrived at 1:00 p.m. and off we went to a bead store here in beautiful downtown Verdun Beach. Stacy’s a seasoned jewelry artist, her work is amazing. All I want to do is produce simple bracelets: small, delicate beads, assembled with elastic string. So she directed me to the right material but then I was also tempted into buying a moon-like bead, a piece of leather thread, and a metal thingy for a clasp, all this in order to make myself a cool necklace. In the photo, top right, is a stack of orange coral that used to be my mother’s necklace; it broke a few decades ago, and I want to turn the lot into an ankle bracelet. The white bracelet, bottom left, I got in Cuba (fish bone); it’s a tad too big, so I’ll be eliminating a few beads and joining the rest together using the elastic string concept.
After we left the bead store, we stopped for take-out sushi, wine, an assortment of baklavas, and a de-li-cious dark chocolate bar.
We got to eat on my balcony ’cause the sun came out and we figured, “Hey…SUMMER!”
(Ate all the sushi and half the sweets; had to keep the other half for later. Granted, it’s an unusual meal plan, but eating one course, then dessert, followed by a second course, and more dessert, made our stomachs sing.)
I love the tablecloth. It’s actually a shawl that I bought for a dollar ninety-nine at the Friperie Renaissance. Such a happy print. Every year, I get to have something different; once summer is over and it’s all faded from the sun, I throw it away. Don’t look for us or the food in this pic…sorry, too late, we were already back inside preparing Part Two of the feast.
Introducing: Spring Rolls
Multifaceted Stacy showed me how to do them. I know, it’s no big deal, not rocket science, but I figured why not have her walk me through the process instead of trying it out on my own.
By this time, we were sipping wine and had switched from smooth jazz to good ol’ rock and roll music…much better for slicing/chopping carrots, cucumbers, mangos and avocados.
Vegetarian rolls, folks.
They were heavenly.
With lots of snow pea shoots and fresh mint.
Tah Daaaah: I’ll be eating the three left-overs for breakfast, tomorrow.
Yes, breakfast.
YUMMERS! (went a bit heavy on the carrots for that top one)
A Bead Moment
Well, it was getting pretty late, we were tired, the wine had settled and done its job, so Stacy gave me a brief course on how to string a bead (aim well), and how to tie a clasp securely with a loop knot and not a flat knot, which apparently is less sturdy. So voilà…my brand new moon necklace.
Thus, my friends, ends a wonderful day and a great month of May.
Hooray!
I’ll probably be staying up most of the night working on my Treasure Map (am totally pumped up). For the last four or five days, I’ve been cutting out pictures in magazines and thinking of ways to organize the different sections. Getting back into the groove of manifesting an exciting life filled with an abundance of everything. YESSSSS!