Eraser Magic

7 Jan

As if by magic, but actually by eraser, her hand is gone. It was awkwardly coming up from the lower left hand corner, and was weirdly small. This is another thing I love about this technique: eraserability (no, not actually a word says my spellcheck. really? It’s perfect.) The ability to be erased. Nice.

Anyway, using the Verithin pencils is also helping- they are hard, unlike the regular prismacolors, so not as much pigment stains the paper; allowing for easier disappearing acts.  This is also marker paper which is very forgiving when it comes to erasing. I also have a very light hand and tend to deposit colors slowly, building them up gradually in intensity.

Indeed a work in process. It was (as always ) meant to be a simple practice, but it gets carried away with itself. I’m not sure if I’m going to outline everything in India ink either. Big style change? Don’t know. But a completely different technique; which means that I have no idea what it’s going to look like. I know what I would like it to look like- from a color perspective- but what I want and what I’ll end up with can be very different.

 

 

 

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Verithin pencils

6 Jan

I’ve added more colored pencil- prismacolor verithins. This helps me block out the darks and make sure the all over color is going to be balanced. I used copic marker  (E00 + E21) for her neck- checking how the color of the pencil shading will show through. What’s great about this technique is that the pencil can still be erased and played with, even with a light layer of marker on top of it. I’m working, for better or worse, on marker paper, which I love because I get all the brightness and vibrancy of watercolor- with marker and colored pencils. Yum.

I hauled the photo into photoshop to brighten and sharpen the image a bit- it is very light and sketchy right now so I boosted the contrast so that its easier to see. I also cropped it for this post.

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This is the actual picture, on an 11 x 14 paper.  The image has a large celtic knot border and intricate knotwork along the inside of the circle. She is Bridget I think. Or my fondness for spring and warmth and light coming back. But most of all? It’s the fact that I am drawing, and in the studio. After The Holidays – that’s an accomplishment in itself.

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practice practice practice.

2 Jan

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I have had someone ask me to draw Merlin. So I am practicing. And this is how I practice. Grab a magazine cover and the markers. I chose this cover initially, because I loved this man’s intense stare, thinking that to my mind, a Merlin may in fact have a similar countenance.

This is only the cover of the magazine. I work it Creative Arts, a local art studio, and we devour magazines for portrait and gesture studies, so more often than not, the magazines rarely survive intact. After I had finished, several students and I tore the place apart hoping to find the rest of the magazine. We found the contents page, mostly covered with acrylic paint and marker, apparently a well loved palette for the younger students. But at the bottom :

a pilgrim pauses in his meditation at the shrine of an 11th century Sufi saint. ‘photo by Reza’.

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And so it goes. This is the beginning of an idea- way out early when it can turn into anything- pure potential. I love this wide-open phase, but I also dearly love the drawing in progress where I have limited the options and am fairly certain that I know more or less, what the outcome will be. I have collapsed the wave, the work is done and all I have to do is color in the lines. for the Merlin, however, the work hasn’t really started yet.

women

31 Dec

why are we all trying to be men?!! Why do we feel that this is a good idea? I adore Joseph Campbell and love the Hero’s Journey; like I loved the latest Star Wars. But as I explored in my work ‘Banished’ – I’m just wondering who, exactly, is home to welcome the Hero as he returns- as he surely must. The Hero’s Journey is half the path. Half the story. Woman is the other half. Whether that’s our ‘inner feminine’ (beyond gender) or ‘woman herself’ makes no difference. She- although admittedly comprising a part of us all- has been down played, excluded, cut out. Why?

We concern our self, our culture, our world with death and fear, (yet paradoxically refuse to even admit that death/our return is our final reality) so we excluded Life. We have become ‘beings for death’ as Heidegger put it.

We are not Beings for Life. And  I wonder if it’s largely due to the cultural/western attitude that the Hero’s Journey is the only path that exists. Don’t get me wrong-it’s a wonderful and necessary Way- for the masculine. It can serve the feminine in a pinch. But it leads to Things- to conquest, overcoming, challenges met, dragons fought.  Possession.  Achievement.  Status. Power. None of these things have any staying power.

When all the battles have been fought- where is the sustenance meant to be found? In religion. In your faith right? That’s what carries you through to death, that’s what makes it all bearable to many. Hope and faith. But I find here again, half the story. If we agree that the Hero is necessary- as is the wise man he becomes when he returns with his gift for the world – why is it so hard for us to imagine that it is The Woman that he comes home to? The keeper of the Fire, the house, the relations, the love. Where does Odysseus want to go after it’s all over? Home. To his wife. To the Feminine. The healing, restoring, calming, nurturing presence. The ultimate Mother. I am not Pagan. My native language is Christian. I actually don’t know where I stand with all this. I just deeply feel that there is a Divine Presence that is genderless, yet easily encompasses both aspects of the human psyche. And we have for thousands of years felt that the ecstasies of the feminine side was only privy to mystics, monks, nuns, and spiritual seekers – and women, those poor weaker beings, had little if any access at all. We have been carefully, painfully taught not to identify with our very nature. God is present whether you call him or not said Jung. I will venture to bet that the Mother of us all, Wisdom, Love, Eve, Kali, etc. is equally present, bidden or unbidden. And very much available to anyone. no training, no meditating, no big deal. It sounds the same in any language: “Hello God. Are you there? Yeah…can I talk to Mom?”

why have we stopped observing the half of us that represents mother? Why have we all committed matricide in one way or another just like the ancient ‘heroes’ who tried so hard to destroy all representations of the Feminine Divine? Why do we continue to pretend that the only ‘things’ of any importance are what we can get our little hands on? We are human and yet…I know when I hit that contact with the Divine that is pure Love, pure Life I am connected with ‘Other’- an other that contains me. All of me. It doesn’t ask -politely- for any bit of my humanity to wait outside. It accepts and loves all of me. All of us. It loves us as we are, who we are, our process, our mistakes, joys, loves, tries and epic fails. What else is Love and therefore Life if not an all-inclusive, open bar, round trip adventure? For anything to be an adventure – there has to be a return. Stop down playing the return. We are all going to grow older. we are all going to die. This is big time scary stuff. Our greatest fear. Remember that even in the Bible returns were marked with feasting and joy. Who was supervising and helping with the cooking? Who cleaned the house and got the kids ready? Who made sure our favorite dish was included in the menu? Who still invited Uncle Ed even though he got so wasted last year? Who told us we looked nice and to please go wash our hands? Yep. The Mama.

Our Return is in the hands of God/Mystery – the biggest unknown that we will face in our lifetime. Does it make me less human if I choose to see my feminine and masculine nature reflected there? That this Love – All Inclusive Love- Wisdom, what the Old Testament names as Sophia  – is one big  glorious Return where nothing is left behind and ‘God’s” family means everyone? A place called home, where we can rest, relax and restore ourselves. I return every night in sleep- rested and refreshed- that’s the idea anyway. I kinda like it now that Mom is tucking me in too.

Happy New Year!

process…

30 Dec

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beginnings of another picture. experimenting with colored pencil -(prismacolor verithin)I’m really wondering how this is going to turn out- i usually make a black india ink outline and shade after, with markers first followed with pencil(normal prismacolors) after. My thoughts so far are centering around the feminine principle- how it is always young, vibrant; Life Itself- and always ready to  re-enchant our tired urban world like a breath of fresh air. To me, she is always present in wide open spaces; in nature. That’s easy right? Hard is patiently clearing that open space- more often than not in ourselves- so that the wild vibrancy and beauty of life can radiate and renew us.

The owl? Well, he was a surprise. I knew I wanted something there, but did not have that in mind. so here he is, and I am certain that I will hear his contribution soon enough.

Banished

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Roberto (my darling husband) posted my finished picture ‘Banished’ -on FB last night. Which has prompted me to write about it a bit sooner than I had intended.

I usually take time to sit with my work after it’s done. In a way, I meet my picture for the first time in this way. Before, it has always showed up to our meetings in a state of incompleteness. This in-the-process-of-being-finished stage of my art always has a lovely feeling of potentiality and possibility. Things can still creep into the drawing, it is still very much in process and dynamic. When I see my work framed and behind glass, it is finished. Complete. An object now, something I can observe in its final state.

I form opinions, observations, see it differently than when it was a work-in-progress. My work starts with a curiosity, a wondering about something and then over the course of months, I literally draw out my answer. It unfolds and reveals itself to me in the forms and colors and images that present themselves while I work. So I never start with a complete picture- I always have an image to get me started. Then I watch it unfold. I suppose it is similar to when characters begin to perform actions and demand scenes that surprise and delight their parent writers.

It’s because of this that I reflect after the picture is done- what was the answer to that question I had so many months ago? Have I changed to accommodate this answer? I believe with Rilke that we must be able to live our answers – and until we can, be content with loving the questions themselves. Often times the answer comes slowly as understanding born of research, insight and conversations are composted and turned over in my mind.

I am often asked what my pictures mean. And as you now know, they are personal answers to my personal questions. My experience and work with the symbols and images gives them meaning. But because my questions are similar to questions that many of us have, they also have a universal answer – and therefore we share meaning. The meaning resides in you, in how active the same symbols and archetypes that activate my questions, are present in you. Your life experience will bring different interpretations – are these any less valid? Anything that stirs the heart, moves the soul, causes us to wonder is a healing balm in our world of concretized dogma and instant answers.

Learning to trust ourselves fully and allowing our hearts to soar, far out on their strings – or on our sleeves –is letting our vulnerability touch and be touched by the world. We are big enough, encompassing enough, wise enough to enfold ourselves in our own healing embrace. Internally strong we come from our center; our unbreakable connection with the Mystery of our Being as it moves through time and space in the intricate and lovely vehicle called ‘me’.  You. Us. One of a kind magic.

This is what I wrote this morning on the information card I include with all my work. Each card relates to a specific picture. This is the card for ‘Banished’.

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It says:

banished As a culture, our inner masculine has devoured the action oriented Hero archetype- forgetting that the journey finishes with a return if it is to be a true journey. After the deeds are done, the lessons learned, the actions taken, the hero puts down his weapons, leaves the field of action and returns home- ideally giving back to the world the hard won truths. If everyone is off on this hero quest- who is keeping the metaphorical home fires burning? Who is there to welcome us as we return? We have overlooked- banished- the feminine; the receiving aspect of ourselves. Our inner feminine; the receptive, intuitive, inclusive and mother (an entire half of ourselves) has not been allowed a conscious or empowered place in our bodies or minds for thousands of years. The goal of the hero’s journey is the return – to society, integration, relationship – the world of feminine nature. The achievement of balance between both aspects of our nature allows us to become fully, beautifully, incredibly human.

Men age hot. Women do not. (seriously?)

8 May

Older men (think Sean Connery) look ‘hot’ as they age, women tend to hide (think many female movie stars in general, Ava Gardner in particular.)

Never really thought about this before, just accepted it as fact- along with the biological explanation that goes something like this: women have a birth-window shelf-life, after which they become less attractive, while men remain virile, all their lives, which is attractive. Hmmmm.  Ok.

Last night, I had a really odd thought about this.

Before I mention it, however, some background on my input prior to this odd little thought:

In a gathering of women, we discussed the need for women to care for themselves. We talked about how we look after everyone and everything else, allowing little or no opportunities for self-nourishing. We felt that as women, we are often told, parentally or culturally, that we are here to care for others first- including grown adult males and adult children and to not do so is considered selfish and self-indulgent. We talked about being taught to think that ‘caring for’ someone is the same as ‘taking care of’ someone.

Caring for someone is about valuing the other person, being supportive of their well being and empathizing with them. Caring comes from a self-empowered, loving, and full filled state of being. Since we are full, naturally, we can give. It is energy-increasing, feels good and is often spontaneous in its expression. It is delight-full.

Taking care of someone means taking responsibility – away from them. In certain instances, this is appropriate- obviously infants and small children need someone to take care of them. We appropriately take care of those who are  sick, or  when someone  is temporarily less capable of taking responsibility, we can step in to help. Ideally, when they are back to their capable selves, we give them back the reins.

More often than not, however, taking care of someone is really about our needs. We do it in order to feel loved. Or in order to feel worthy or adequate, powerful, safe; in control. We do not use these words to describe ourselves. Instead of working on creating a powerful, centered and graceful self, we rely on others to provide this for us. We become dependent and subservient instead of beautiful, strong, and independent. We dis-empower ourselves and discourage the other from finding their own inner power and direction.

This siphons off our energy big time. Nothing flows. It is hard, unnatural work.

We are exhausted. We are vulnerable, depleted and weak. Resentment, anger and depression settle in for the long haul.

Seriously? So is it really all about adrenal failure, our thyroid, ~menopause~, anxiety, irritability, stress, fear of aging, depression, brain fog, weight gain, loss of sex appeal, becoming invisible and the other host of woes that we are told go with aging? Possibly. Certainly these are real issues. I have many of them.

Yet…

We are exhausted. We are vulnerable, depleted and weak. Resentment, anger and depression settle in for the long haul.

What if we could move beyond this exhaustion? What if we chose to re-claim our feminine power? What if we just stopped taking care of those who do not really need our help? What if we focused that time and energy on helping ourselves? What would happen if we became strong, powerful and self-loving? What would happen if women like us grew in number? What if aging was seen as an increase in our awareness of our own inner power? A power that is beginning to show itself more clearly for the first time in our lives – or for the first time in millennia?

What if we put ourselves first and made the filling of our own deep dry wells our first priority? I wonder – would many of our symptoms diminish or even disappear? I don’t know for sure. I’ve never tried it. I’m guessing that filling myself with love, security and a powerful sense of my own worth and value won’t hurt me. And passing this energy on to others also strikes me as beneficial.

If you are still on the fence, with the old voices whining out to you about your selfishness and worthlessness, just remember that stereotypically, women are nurturing, caring and giving. There. See? That implies that once we have taken good care of ourselves, we will do what we do best- give it all back. Hurrah! A win-win.

We can only give what we have. This holds true for every man, woman and child. We as women are no different. (Except when we are expected by ourselves and our culture to give continuously, even when we have been on empty for years.)

So let’s do this ladies.  Let’s reclaim our power. Let’s stop putting everyone else first. Let’s stop binding our own feet- enslaving ourselves to an outdated, outworn belief system that is at worst killing our spirit and at best aging us prematurely.

That reminds me of the really odd thought I had last night. What if women age poorly because we are not cared for? We can take care of ourselves just fine – but can we care for ourselves? Can we love ourselves into the creative, amazing life-giving vessels that we are?

Let’s try.

Be a finder, not a seeker

1 May

Shine! , marker and colored pencil, 11" x 14", janet balboa

I have a friend, Freddy, who always says ‘be a leader- not a follower.’ It’s what he says to people every time he parts company. He’s said this for years. He said it again the other night. This time, it triggered something deep- an awareness that has been creeping up on me. I didn’t realize fully that I had even been considering or mulling over anything in particular. My life has seemed pretty business as usual lately. Yet when he said this, my inner voice immediately blurted out ‘Be a Finder. Not a seeker.’

The next day, I sat with this comment and it occurred to me that I had indeed become a finder. That this had been dawning on me for years, and had now overtaken me and somehow, subtly, become me.

There was no denying it. For instance, my recent experience of looking at the self-help section and realizing: ‘Geez, kiddo, you’re beyond help.’ –  and being ok with that. No panic, not even a tremor of guilt. I have the recognition, the understanding that being beyond help is exactly, precisely where I should be.

or – when reading the words of the Hopi Elders- ‘we are the ones we’ve been waiting for’-  there is a resonance, a conviction, a relatively recent  ‘yes’ that comes to mind, a furthering of my commitment to do what I came here to do (whatever that is – and the excitement of discovering it.)

What did I find? What was that elusive thing I have been searching for? I think you know, because you have been searching as well. Wondering what the hell you are here for. What your purpose is. What you are supposed to be doing.

Who you are, who you have chosen to be – (we have chosen, again and again, thru the billions of small, seemingly insignificant decisions we make every moment of every day for years) – all these decisions have added up, accumulated, coalesced, and transformed themselves into you. This being that is here right now. You are alive, aware, and able to reflect on yourself and your world- a conscious being.

This is the destination.

This is where you get off the pot. Get out of the canoe. Get on with it. Once you realize this, there is no more.

You are it.

You have arrived. In style I might add. With all the bells and whistles. You are the latest, the-on-the-cutting-edge model of one of the most incredible, intelligent, conscious lifeforms on this planet. YOU are the one we’ve been waiting for. (And me, and everyone else on this planet.) So…when do we start acting like it? When do we make an entrance? When do we step onto the cosmic red carpet and take our bow? When do we strut our stuff?

Now. This magical moment when eternity reaches out to us; connecting intention with fulfillment; where awareness becomes presence and our life is suddenly full of possibilities. Our ‘to-do’ list becomes a flow chart – subtly tracking us as we find ourselves in the lead role of the adventure of our life.  Can you see it this way? Can we begin to engage with our life as a flow of energy that has been given to us? Can our ‘to-do’ list begin to accurately reflect who-we-are? Who we are becoming – with every conscious (and unconscious) decision we make.

You are what you were looking for. Not something out there. This recognition that the most intimate, lovely, beautiful relationship possible is right…here. Right now.

This adventure will take our entire lifetime. We will never stop growing, expanding, learning, reaching, exploring – I suspect life and energy continues this marvelous dance even beyond our beautiful world of form.

What do you do when you find something you’ve been looking for? For me, I sat in complete awe and wonder for a good long time. I looked this thing over from all angles. I was grateful, amazed, profoundly astonished. I cried. I was completely floored. But then I thought, by God, I’d better use this thing – better start getting used to it. Better start living it. It’s a big world out there and I want to find myself in it.

Wisdom

24 Apr
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Wisdom, work in progress

Once again, I just had to start coloring- before it’s completely drawn out. I think it gives me a better insight into what colors I’ll be using, and that in turn helps me complete the picture. Besides, I get really bored doing one thing for very long. I begin to feel bad for the lovely markers just sitting there…

Originally, I had wanted to do a drawing of Yahweh’s wife – wanting to highlight the Woman that is so obviously missing from the old testament God, Yahweh. Someone wrote that it might have been easier for us if he had been able to talk things over with her, the original Momma, before he went all angry and threw the book at us. Kidding aside, I realize that God is not Male or Female, nor even essentially human, as we often make ‘him’ out to be. For me, even the word ‘God’ has such strong connotations, deeply entrenched over centuries, that it’s difficult to use the word in a meaningful way.

I picture a world where Wisdom is returning to each one of us, individually.   Wisdom as a ‘feminine’ counterbalance to our rational ‘masculine’ knowing.  Our eyes are being opened to a new perception and experience of our world.  We are one by one beginning to listen and hear the precious murmurings of our own hearts, to trust deeply our own experiences. Wisdom calls for us to take our knowledge, and filter it through our hearts. To become Soul-full.

I believe this is what it means to be truly human – to experience our lives as opportunities to awaken to the calling of our Soul – our connection with ‘God’. To the calling of that part of us that has not forgotten who we are, or where we come from. The part of us that is dignified, powerful, and full of wonder. Deepak Chopra says that ‘the soul does not have its own agenda, but will help us achieve whatever potential we discover in ourselves.’ The Soul may not have an agenda- but it comes from a place where all the prodigal children sit together and break bread. The Soul comes from a place of unity.   As this unity breaks forth into our lives, we hear our own voice, unified from the countless voices that speak in our heads. We become empathetic and compassionate as we begin to sense that all lives are one life, that we all share the same breath. ‘Out beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there’ says Rumi. A world beyond our shortsightedness.

We have known about this wisdom for a very long time. We have had great prophets and teachers tell us until they are blue in the face. We don’t listen. We have done our best to shut her out of the world. It’s easier to have knowledge. Knowledge keeps us in our heads. Thinking. Wisdom calls us to action. To care. To love others as ourselves. To not judge.

Wisdom is for the courageous. Those of us willing to step out into the great wide open as pioneers of the open heart – seeing a world of unity beyond appearances. Our Soul calls us to adventure- asking us to shed our hardened and ancient skin; casting off our outdated, limiting beliefs. It’s not easy and it’s not always fun. There will be nights when you have to put your food up in trees for fear of bears and other monsters. There will be days when the view is so breathtaking you can only sit and weep at the beauty and terror.

On  those precious days when I am awake enough to remember to let my Soul’s wisdom lead, it’s easy to believe that exactly the experiences, people and events that I need are the ones that show up. I’m excited to get up in the morning to see what the day will bring. There are often frankly magical occurrences. When I remember to experience my life as adventure, I love my life. I feel alive, participating in the creation of my day and free to be spontaneous, giving, childlike in my delight and lightness.

I try  to capture all that and more into a drawing- stepping out into a world of wonder and mystery- where things that have been long forgotten call to us for  new and fresh meanings. The field beyond right and wrong- where we can meet, as we are, without agendas or posturing, stripped of everything non-essential. A place where we are loved, where just showing up is enough, where each of us gets a standing ovation of pure love – for who we are, as we are. no questions asked. This place, of course, is within each one of us. Our Soul is yearning for that awareness to filter into our consciousness, so that our lives become richer, deeper, and beautiful as we  transform our knowledge to wisdom. Blessing ourselves and our world. It’s time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for…

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detail from ‘Wisdom”

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Mary, detail from ‘Wisdom”

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Guardian, detail from ‘Wisdom”

 

 

and the wonder at our incredible dignity as human beings, male and female.

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it’s your lucky day!

17 Mar

Happy St. Patrick's DayFeel free to share…may your day be full of magic!

On leaving a trail

13 Feb

The daughters
of your daughters
of your daughters
are likely to remember you,
And most importantly,
Follow in your tracks.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

I came across this quote yesterday. And whether or not this remembering and following actually happens, it startled me into thinking that it could possibly happen.

Thankfully, I no longer react with fear to information like this. I would have, in the past. But today, in my present incarnation, i feel no pressure to  sit down and write a list of goals, or see my life from the perspective of my funeral, or any of the other suggestions for leaving a legacy and insuring that my life matters.
Because my life here really does matter. It matters most of all, quite appropriately, I think, to me.

Unlike all my years at goal-setting, outward focused energy, I have found that what comes bubbling up from my own inner depths has the truth, elegance and beauty to actually sustain me. Money, accomplishments, notoriety are incredibly delicious and necessary in degrees. We do after all, live in a material world.

But what I would assume my great great grandaughters will find worth following is not to be found in abundance in the business section of the bookstore. I imagine they, like I, will hunger for authenticity and truth. For equality, the ability to love freely and a zest for life that will see them through to the end and beyond. They will need courage to express themselves honestly and compassionately without fear of retribution, derrision or judgement. They will need a hell of a lot of self love in order to love their world and those in it fiercely – exactly as it presents itself.

So I try to be quiet often, to be patient with myself, and to forgive. I try to love myself for my light and my dark, knowing that in my greatest fears are my greatest gifts. I try to be comfortable with myself and my life. I try to let go of the outer results and focus on the inner causes.

This has led me to settle on a way of life that honors my deep inner movement and knowing. A way of life that is not dictated by externals yet encompasses them. A way of life that makes all of my rather ordinary moments potentially extraordinary. Every great mystic and spiritual teacher has stressed the internal life as more ‘real’ than the outer material world. I find this to be the case with my own life. If my inner rhythm is honored, and I see outer events as effects of my inner causes, then whatever presents itself is exactly as it should be. No questions asked. I have the choice always in what action or response I wish to take. How do you do this without freaking out? With absolutely trust? In the face of your initial response being ‘this sucks…’

Enter Tolstoy and The Three Questions.*
What is the right time for every action?
Who is the most important person?
What is the most important thing to do?

(And thankfully, The Three Answers:)

The most important time is now. The present moment is the only place or time in which we have any power.
The most important person is the person in front of you.
The most important thing to do is to do good to that person in front of you.

Most circumstances and situations involve people, so most everything is included. Animals can and often do present themselves. And small children. And inconvenient requests. Death and dis-ease are included and honored. And moments of great clarity and beauty. And a satisfaction and strength in your own convictions and way of living.

It is challenging. It makes me slow down. It forces me to think, to prioritize from the inside out. It makes me smile when I go to bed. It makes me look forward to a day of one-thing-one-moment-at-a-time. It takes getting used to. It makes me sigh with relief. When I focus this way, my internal knowing takes over, I trust and honor myself on the fly. I trust that the next moment will arrive exactly as it should be, and that I will have the courage and strength to allow it.

And there you have it. A simple, elegant formula for living a life that ulimately will bring you great peace of mind, upon which joy will surely follow and voilá – a life worth living – on your own terms. I am leaving the very track that I am also following, left to me by those who came before, who also had the courage and love to honor themselves, their music and their call.

*From Wikipedia -“The Three Questions” is a short story by Russian author Leo Tolstoy first published in 1885[citation needed] as part of the collection What Men Live By, and other tales. The story takes the form of a parable, and it concerns a king who wants to find the answers to what he considers the three most important questions in life.