art journal page in progress
Looking back over the last thirty (some odd) days, this little experiment, which began as a challenge to me in a number of ways (a test of commitment, an exercise in presence, a step out of the shadows), turned into a touchstone. A way for me to identify precious bursts and sparkles of the “me” I am committed to becoming, and also a way to stay on course with that same North star: saying, “Yes, I feel you, wind. You are bitter,” and “I see a hurricane coming from the East, but I need to steer beyond that to get where I am going.”
baby cable cardigan in progress
These 30 days…well almost thirty, I rolled a couple in together at one point…have been about honouring being in the process. Standing, knee deep in whatever filth or gifts or surprise each day brought and considering: “What about today glimmered? What can I take from this day that was beautiful?” I found red dresses, heart beats, courage, and fun.
itty bitty shrub in progress
And oh boy oh girl, did I find beauty. I have earned my beauty-seeking girl guide badge. I have gathered some mega puzzle pieces about what is important to me: like having a zero bullshit tolerance, or that being kind is not the same as underwriting someone’s mediocrity, and that sparkles and dancing are absolutely part of the core curriculum.
Some very big things are on the horizon and I am so very excited. Like, puppy wagging its tail, excited. I feel like for this next step I need a new special beauty seeker hat or maybe an eyepatch…but a sparkly one…pirates? what?
Thank you for step-step-stepping through this journey with me.
xo
Cynthia
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