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music sticks, talking sticks, everything sticks

sticks

I see I’m not alone in my love for wonky wood. Of course it’s not easy to find seawashed and sunbleached branches in urban areas so you are able to buy them on Etsy – these are Norwegian sticks. I use my sticks for lots of things, not least just to touch or have as decoration. They are wonderful for stacking balls of wool like quoits, hanging clothes – you just wrap ribbon or yarn around the ends. I feel today with all this computer activity and its super-charged electric static activity making me zing I’ll move from 2D looking at sticks to 3D skin on wood playing with sticks.

Driftwood pieces from Green Wallet on Etsy.

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As good as it ever was

ride the wild storm book cover

That book you loved when you were a child?

It’s as good now as it ever was. Better even.

Re-read it. You’ll probably enjoy it even more now. Certainly your appreciation of it will be greater. And your heart will expand. Stories written for children are often far more soul-touching and issue-resolving, comforting and entertaining than those for adults.

If you don’t have the actual, original book you remember, and I guess most of us don’t, see if you can find the same edition you read on ebay with a ‘saved search’. I just found “Return to Sula” by Lavinia Derwent and ordered it when I realised it sat deep within me; I must have been tapping into this childhood comforter when I called a cat character in The Wild Folk “Sula”.

 

Art Therapy

Art-therapie

I don’t know why colouring-in a French book feels a little more enchanting but it does.

Maybe when you only have a vague idea of what the text says you let your conscious mind relax into a dreamy, mindful state more easily than if you’re reading and thinking.

No matter. Have a look at these beautiful art therapy books from French company, Hachette-Practique. There’s also a sweet kit of colored pencils. Trying to figure out which brand of coloured pencil to buy can be so stressful as to have you colour-in more pages to re-balance.

 

Torn wonderment, come closer to read

are you right? or wrong?

Years ago, I was very concerned about being “right”. Now I am not remotely concerned about being wrong, feeling wrong or people thinking I am wrong. Or being right.

I still remember the shock of listening to what John Gray said years ago about letting go of a need to be ‘right’. Have you done his clenched fists exercise? I love that. I just tried to find it online for you to no avail.

I think I saw him do it on Oprah about 15 years ago. The idea is you think about something that’s bothering you and clench your fists rigidly while repeating “I am right” – then attempt to unclench your fists. Have a go now. It’s weirdly difficult to uncurl your control-freaky, angry/frustrated-filled fingers.

Maybe it’s a hangover from school days or a spin on trying to control an unpredictable world but adults seem to have a perverted yearning to be “right”. Children don’t have it so much.

Who cares if you’re “right” or “wrong”? You’re not at school. There is no exam. You will not be punished for being ‘wrong’. Nor get a prize for being ‘right’. {And it’s only you who is defining.}

Maybe you don’t even know you have a need to be right…? Check in with your body and release any muscular tension you find, just quietly.

With your hands relaxed and not clenched in a furious fist, (you’ll notice a surprising number of people walking about with at least one fist clenched) it is so much easier to be flexible, content and be fine with being wrong {but bear in mind, I am often wrong…}.

 

Image of gorgeousness, “Creative Life” borrowed from Amanda Cherie of hellocherie – buy a print here.

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