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“I wonder if you can”

This week’s artist’s way lesson has taken a turn for the worst!
Every morning, since the beginning of this adventure, I have started, almost, each and every day with the stream of conscious writing known as “The Morning Pages.” For whatever reason, when I write my to do list, at the top is always MAP. At first, I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. Then one day I realized with stunning clarity why my subconscious brain had done it. Morning Pages equated to MAP,  for this is exactly what morning pages do. They sort of map out the frequencies of your brain, so you can fine tune the radio station to the music of the day. Sorry for the metaphor, I’m just weird like that.

 

This week. This week though. *sigh*

This week, I must incorporate the Night pages.

Now, I am to ask myself what it is that I want. What is the free-flowing river of consciousness streaming at the close of each day. It is a moment to reflect. It is a moment to vent. It is a moment to once more check-in with that little inner artist and say, “Baby girl, tell me what you need.”

 

The trouble is… this is it. This is my night pages for the evening. The dogs are settled in, snuggled as close as they can possibly get without me swatting them away for being a hinderance to my typing. The room is cleaned from my earlier morning activities. My sketchbook is waiting for me, perched upon a box of markers and a box of pencils.  There is also the orbiting thought I had moments before coming inside from my cigarette break and the moonlit back yard. This is it. This is my life.

I wouldn’t want it another way. Sure I wish my room was a little bigger. Absolutely, I wish that there was someone other than two dogs nestling in beside me. Sure, I want this, and I’m praying for that. Yet, for the first time in my life–the first time ever publicly stated–I am at the most blissful state of human intelligence and inner peace. I am home.

I may have dreams that seem far-fetched or not worth believing. I may be the dreamer with her head in the clouds. It doesn’t matter. Hey, Mr. Lennon, I’m not the only one, right?

In the end, it doesn’t matter what you believe or don’t believe. In the end, all that matters is what dream you chose to wake up inside of.

Peace and Love,

Kris

Imagine Peace

 

 

 

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“My Outer Child is Holding my Inner Child Hostage”

“Remember, your artist is a child. Find and protect that child. Learning to let yourself create is like learning to walk. The artist child must begin by crawling. Baby steps will follow and there will be falls–yecchy first paintings, beginning films that will look like unedited home movies, first poems that would shame a greeting card.” ~ The Artist’s Way – pg 44

I’ve already discovered that the best of my creative abilities come from the remembrance of my inner child–the adventurous and curious child of my earlier youth– as my earlier post would indicate. Walking along this journey I have come to realize to realize that my inner child has suffered many blows and for a while was hiding in the corner of the creative crevice in my mind. I am taking steps to protect and love that child. I take her to empty rooms in my mind and let her explore. I treat her to long walks, and silent moments in nature. I let her play with my niece and nephew, allowing her imagination to take reign and revel in the laughter of the my niece and nephew’s laughter. I push her to be strong. I tell her continually how much I love her, reminding her how beautiful she really is.

We all have that inner child within us. It is the excitement we experience when we see a cool new toy that we wished we had growing up. It is the joy of coloring in a coloring book and the smell of crayons, even though we are “too” old to do so.  When we hurt, when we are scared, our inner child is begging for relief, for security, for protection. It makes me wonder how many of us are truly in tuned with the inner child.

Children are naturally happy. Their imagination is their greatest asset in guarding them from the demons of the adult world. Children view the world with wonder. New toys, the rain, the first snowfall ignites a fire inside of them. Oh if only we could taste that snowflake on our tongues!

My outer child is holding my inner-child hostage” ~Anonymous

So I ask you… are you holding your inner-child hostage? Or do you allow him or her to explore the world around them with wonder, magic, and love?

Peace,

Kris


“Not all who wander are lost” ~Tolkien

It’s the beginning of the week! It’s been an interesting previous week both in my personal life, as well as the artistic journey I’ve been on. I’ve decided (after a week of trying it) to track my journey through “The Artist’s Way.”

Week one was successful. I took a looooooooong walk as my artist’s date and had a wonderful time. I found different pathways to the ocean, which made my creative spirit dance with glee. I found a house not to far from my home, built with architectural mastery and beautifully landscape. Upon seeing the house, I thought an artist must live here. It was that little artistic nudge on the inside, that feeling of being in the presence of art. As I walked closer to the mailbox, I noticed a giant rock marking the driveway in an artistic landscaping design. On the rock was painted a beautiful mural of a lighthouse and a calming sea. From now on, my camera is coming along with me!

Each morning I began my day with writing. As part of the program, Morning Pages are part of the deal. 3 pages, front and back every morning, right after I wake up. I have to admit, sometimes I have to convince myself it is for my betterment, but usually feel lighter when completed. I also noticed the clarity that comes from doing them. No longer sitting at my lap top in the middle afternoon attempting to write but getting held up on the issues of the days past or the issues at hand, I now, after a bout of yoga, a healthy breakfast, and a morning meeting with the trees in my back yard, am able to create.

One particular writing session produced an essay that was more than just a rambling of past transgressions. I had written it as an exercise assignment from the book. Who knew how creative that assignment could be! I’m considering editing it and sending it off for publication. I’ll let you know how that endeavor goes.

I also had the creative editing spirit and looked at one of my old poems. “Mother’s Advice” was written about a year ago in a Creative Writing class at school. The assignment was to write a poem using a metaphor. I was pretty proud of it when it came time to sharing and it was received well. It was also the poem that warranted a surprise meeting after class with my professor. It was the first time that any one said I needed to get published in a literary magazine. My poetry had caliber. It was a nice feeling.

Anyway, I digress. I originally started this post to tell you about the status of my book! I’ve finished the prologue and am trying my hardest to not to go back and rewrite but rather rewrite. Tomorrow I hope to at least finish a quarter of the first chapter. I also have been having little brain blasts of scenes that I want to try to develop more, the scribbled on napkins and random post its are starting to clutter up my desk! I’ll give you a little insider tip, the invocation of the heavenly muses has been called after the description of the Great Orchestra! 🙂

As Always guys, Thanks for stopping by. See you next post.

Peace,
Kris


“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” ~Robert Frost

~ Ladybug  Ladybird ~

"A scarlet Lady with blemished wings"

A Mother’s Advice

She flies free, this lady with blemished wings;
a scarlet lady in a field of Greens.

She climbs–He bends–The wind begins to sing:
“No M’lady there are still more to seek.”

She’s re-learning to fly, happy and free.
Suddenly–FLASH– she’s netted down by Red.

His scent was strong and his beauty screamed,
but the guard of thorns made the tears she bled.
“No, M’lday, there is still more to seek.”

Carried to limbs, wings weary and broken,
he sways from his roots to lull her to sleep.
She sleeps while love’s words are at last spoken,

“Lady bug Lady bug you are not alone,”
“Lady Bug, Dear Lady Bug, Welcome Home.”

—  Kris E. King —
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“Every child is an artist. The Problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” Pablo Picaso

What a week! I spent most of the week at my sister’s house, helping around the house (folding laundry, playing/babysitting the niece and nephew, and cleaning up at the end of the night). It was a nice reprieve and kept my mind a little occupied and away from negative thinking that I am normally prone to. It also gave me a little time to flex my creative muscles as I played with the kids. Thier imaginations are strong and we easily get carried away into a world of make believe. I absolutely love it!

At the end of the week I made a trip out to the nearest book store and picked up a few reading materials. I recently finished Breakfast with Buddha, by Roland Merullo. It was a fantastic book with wonderful insight and many laugh out loud moments. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to know what an everyday joe schmo can do to incorporate a spiritual life to their every day way of life.

At the book store I picked up Me Talk Pretty One Day, by Greg Sedaris. Can’t wait to start it. I also picked up The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron. It is a 12 week program to unleash the creative spirit and turning creativity into a spiritual practice. It was recommended to me by someone who has ultimately changed my life for the better. Dina, if you’re reading, thank you.

This week’s assignment is Recovering a sense of safety. In addition to the weekly artist’s date and daily Morning Pages, the focus is to acknowledge the little nagging inner censor and identifying where, when, and by whom the seeds of this irksome voice were planted. Like weeds, we want to pull the voice out at its root and open up the creative passageways and clear the blockage. I am hopeful and take the assignment seriously.

I will let you know how it goes!

As always thank you for stopping by!
Peace,
Kris