Although I had a lovely birthday last month, I do have one regret:
I chose to skip my annual birthday ritual.
Namely, falling back into a wheel from standing…
Then springing back up…
Once for each year of my life.
Basically, this….
I wrote an essay about it HERE that’s been published in some anthologies.
And for many years, I’ve created visual art around the practice.
I’ve had gallery shows on both coasts that have featured the practice….
I even had a live performance event in a hipster downtown NYC theater where I created a canvas in real time HERE.
But this year…well…2020 (need I say more).
Anyway, it just didn’t feel right.
It didn’t feel safe.
It was impossible to schedule with the photographer.
And most importantly, it didn’t feel necessary.
In fact, it felt redundant.
It felt like I was already living my life in the moment that’s always the best shot from the shoot…
Suspended in space, no option but simply letting go with grace.
You see, once you’re flexible enough, dropping back is basically a trust exercise with the universe.
It’s about being open-hearted (and fearless), knowing the ground’s going to be there to catch your fall.
And, just as important, that you can spring back up.
Right now, we are all constantly dropping back––and trying to spring back up––as best we can.
I have every intention of a major 2021 photoshoot.
But in 2020, I think we’re all living this exact moment, in our own ways, each and every day.
Namaste for Now,
P.S. I have one opening (and only one) for coaching for writers and other creatives this fall.
(A client’s surprise pregnancy has redirected her priorities.)
I don’t advertise these things because I can only do a limited number of 1:1 creative coaching sessions.
The link isn’t even on the menu of my webpage but it’s HERE.
Perhaps right now is the perfect time to take that creative risk––that metaphorical dropping back as it were.
If it is, I invite you to reach out.
