Many of you know, and some of you have been right there with me, that for about the last year, I have been deeply engaged in a program for certifying Intentional Creativity teachers, known as Color of Woman, or COW for short.
It has been, in the understatement of the century, quite the journey!
You’ve read my stories and seen at least bits and pieces of the images that have flowed from my soul to my brush to the world.
There is “one more” project left to complete.
“One more” is in quotes because there are still a few individual projects lurking within the enormous project known as the Initiate Book.
The Initiate Book is basically a digital journal, in words and images, of the vision quest that has framed this last year.
It has a great deal of structure in terms of what is required and a great deal of freedom in terms of how to meet the requirements. And, by the way, it’s due November 1.
Oh, and lots of mine changed — or grew, perhaps — while I was in Italy!
Which is, I suspect, why the freedom of this project has been freaking me out. Seriously!
(And that is rather an odd statement coming from me.)
There are paintings and journals and blog posts and photos and zillions of index cards everywhere I look and my job, in this moment, is to finish, organize and label ALL of them so that the dear friend who actually pushes the buttons to make it beautiful and get it uploaded doesn’t feel trapped in the mythical land of scrap quilts, as I do in this moment.
I had stacks of things on every horizontal surface in our house, which might have worked except that we played Furniture Yahtzee again last weekend and everything got moved, and re-stacked.
Imagine my delight.
And recall that I’m not, historically, a very fast learner when it comes to tech-y things like files and folders and the hypothetical miracles of Dropbox, which I still haven’t figured out but apparently need to. Now.
I’ve been bouncing about from this to that and back to this, color coding check marks on my magic sample table of contents, which seemed like a good idea but hasn’t turned out to be very clear.
My flow-y, creative right brain was getting frantic, so I took a leap of faith and asked for help!
After a lesson in sorting and organizing, along with tea and really good dark chocolate (Thank you, Leisa!) I had an idea.
I could do this in order. Top to bottom. Right off the list of requirements. (Which is not at all how it happened in real life or how it feels inside!)
Laugh, if you need to. I am feeling hugely grateful to my blessed linear left brain for flinging itself into the artsy and well written tangle of my universe with an actual plan.
I suspect more tea and chocolate will be required. And plenty to share with my Muse, as well, who nudged me out of bed at about 5:30 this morning with one of her trademark “next right thing” notions.
For now, it’s time to get back to work.
As my old friends C.S. Lewis and Julian of Norwich are whispering in my ear…
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.