My mind has been working over-time lately. I don't know if I can attribute it to life events, the waxing and waning of my creative flow, or simply the changing of the seasons. Winter's onset always hits me hard. I've learned the challenging shift from summer to fall, from lightness to dark with the added impending introduction of winter, and all the things that come with this shift, are aided by simple rituals. Whenever I am feeling resistant, stuck, blocked or fearful about what my life is, what it is becoming, who is around me and how they are, and how I will integrate the whole of my "self" into society for the long haul, I consult a sacred vessel. And I write down dreams.
the jar of gods
The jar of gods retains my fears and overwhelms so I don't have to tote them around all day and night. My dreams share insights, 'knowledge I know but I don't know I know' until I put down words on pages. Words on pages help me process it all...to witness my growth and transformation when I am certain there is none. Even better, the reward of these two practices is new room for inspiration, creative flow. When I purge the obsessiveness, control and doubt, and recognize that changes are occurring I am able then to fill the creative well....stock the pond with living fish. So, to honor these little winter tricks, I chose to render my sacred vessel with a series for my painting class....
...And it was bought by a classmate on the spot....what a testament to the power of dreams and the jar of gods!