The Game of “Life”!

Do you remember the board game? I do!

I grew up in a family of game-players. Lots of card games, especially Cribbage. My dad and I were Monopoly fans. Mom and my sister, not so much.

It seems like Life was a birthday gift for my sister one year. Tiny cars and little pink and blue peg people. And a wandering path through life… early adulthood to retirement. College, jobs, careers, possibilities for marriage and children. The Hasbro® folks did their Leave It To Beaver style homework in the ’60’s!

I was kind of surprised when I woke Saturday morning with the little cars and peg people on my mind! And I decided to roll over, adjust the weighted blanket, snuggle back up to the Legendary Husband, and see what might appear next.

Then, it came to me! #truecolors! A new adventure in the land of Intentional Creativity®.

I spent a lot of Friday evening getting set up. Washing paint brushes. (Duh!) Making space for a 30×40 inch canvas portal of possibility. Setting up my altar… my intentional sacred space. Helping some new painters get sorted in our virtual universe. (I’m hearth tending in the app which is a whole lot like the best parts of being a camp counselor!)

This particular journey is a new one. I really had no clue where we were heading. And I was totally good with that. Guides I trust… inner and outer! And, unlike the board game… no way to lose!!!

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Now it is Sunday morning. And Grandmother Moon has been whispering again! Not about board games, but words from a poem…

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

It took me a bit to sort that particular message. And, then, I knew.

I felt just like that while we were painting yesterday!!! Early on, my work looked like this…

And a bit later, after a slightly rogue adventure in the land of palette knives and heavy body paint…

Things got deep about then. The next right thing was change and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to change. I loved it just the way it was!

I was sure, though, that I wanted to stay on the road. So, right before bed time… portal! Which, somehow, became, at least for me, vessel!

Truth??? It gives me chills. The good kind!

And, in this moment, Grandmother Moon is still whispering in my ear!

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

It took a bit of hunting. My first thought was The West Wing. I pushed enough buttons to come up with the title… High Flight. And then I knew. Madam Secretary!

A conversation between Henry and a young pilot claiming his deep, deep love for flying and his conscientious objection to killing.

High Flight… by John Gillespie Magee

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

That’s what I felt like last night at my easel! That’s what Grandmother Moon was trying to get me to notice!

Here’s what the poem sounds like in my world:

In partnership with the Divine, I create. And walk the Way of Love.

That’s a scary big statement. An intention, more than an accomplishment. One that keeps me on the road.

Amen. Amen. Selah.

For now, though, laundry and more paint and the usual wondering about what to have for dinner!

ps… the heavy body image, before the vessel, has volunteered to become leggings! Stay tuned!!!

pps… curious? Have some dreams of your own??? Let’s grab a cuppa! 30 min. My gift. Your questions!