I’ve had early morning conversation with one of my rarely seen Incredibles, who is now off to work. Two others flop in their beds – they will be vertical, and then verbal, soon.
but hang on – the snow is blowing from left to right through the alleyway behind my head. Horozontal snow is normal in the wilds of greater Kemble where I live, but odd here in this city of 2.6 million. A Toronto adventure lies ahead – in which folks will perhaps be shocked out of their daily sub-routines into something more… accessible? Present?
We are here, for a short time, to float – metaphorically – on a deep urban river in sea kayaks, letting the currents of humanity determine where we will go, and only occasionally choosing paddle-directed routes when compelled by curiosity. I know of no better way to clear my mind of what has been, and then open it to possibility. Maybe a long, deep sleep comes close.
In the next morning’s pause after the early Incredible has left for work I feel a need to name a sub-focus for these 40 hours away – ideas explored several times in conversation with both familiars and strangers. Allow me to summarize these surprisingly intense discussions – with Enzo at the coffee shop who is working his way off the street, with J who is walking with himself in friendship, with F, M & D, who have their antennae out, with the Norwegian-born writer interviewed by Eleanor Wachtel on CBC radio who’s really not sure he should have taken the risks he has taken… here goes:
The most difficult thing to do with our lives is to make a positive, functional plan that nourishes ourselves, first. The plan needs to answer an internal passion, utilize natural skills & beloved tools, fan the embers of curiosity and feed back sustaining energy. The idea and what it manifests should have a built-in capacity to serve a larger community – i.e. – someone you have nothing to do with can look at, read or hear your work and say, ‘a-ha. That’s me.’ (or “that’s my aunt.” etc). Or they can pick up what you have made and appreciate it’s design and function as part of their own plan…
Imagine the concept is a well-designed garden shed. The plan becomes the framework. The work that follows is ‘fleshing it out’ – making it functional, accessible, dry, light etc.
It’s so very easy to make everything else more important than this – even and perhaps especially care-giving, groceries, the internet & a trillion things that can be taken personally but are not that important. It’s also very easy to believe that unless your work brings in income, it’s not valid. This is just simply not true. What is true is that if you find the concept, make the plan (custom-sized to fit what you can realistically accomplish) and then persistently apply the work, what you make will sustain you – more than possibly financially, definitely psychologically.
It will also make everyone else around you much happier.
Further to the Theme as discussed :
Once you reach that inner “I’ve Got it!” place, Forward momentum comes naturally. Priorities fall back into an order that makes sense, you will have abundant tolerance for all the silliness of your friends and family and the next task and the next will become crystal clear (as in: If I’m going to do this, then I’ll have to make a functional space for the doing part – done. Then I will need a little money – done. Then I will need this much time – done. Then I will need a deadline – etc).
I believe everyone and every community on this planet should be engaged in some part of this process right now, for the sake of humanity and the ecosystem we are part of.
The alternative is depression, anger, rage and eventually despair. Add guns and greed, and … well. This is what we’re in the process of healing, are we not?
Happy Monday, all.
A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest. Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground. On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten.
The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter stew. It feels almost balmy after these minus 29 degree days so I’m tempted to stay out… but no. To inside, under thick blankets. To listen, not look.
And here, like a gift, like a soul’s massage, is the heavy rain.
It’s been travel travel for me these past weeks, through the bustling silence of January 2013. Not what I had expected. The first month of the year in this place has always had the sensibility of a well-caught breath. For me it’s always held the promise of a month of stacked, not linear time – so that ‘was’, ‘is’ and ‘will be’ are all in the same moment. This makes it oh so much easier to find and feel the “Ah. Yes” – the insight that will become the engine for the following months and years.
Oddly enough – even amid the schedule and the travel and the deadlines, the all-nighters, the practise and the rehearsals, the cover letters and the interviews, the Wagner, the B&B and the Beethoven, this has still happened. There is clarity even in this fog of winter stew, and I feel quite deeply certain about a few key things.
KG, I need an axe song – can we talk? L, I need a couple of songs from you too. Owen Sound – we need to make good music education available to every kid in this place – and soon. I’m not kidding about this – in another well-identified post I will gather links and information to illustrate beyond any doubt what is possible here. To the women of #IdleNoMore – I get it. Thank you for opening a place where we can all talk and heal together. G, I get where we’re going, and it’s good. T, thanks & good luck with the simplification project. F, L – courage. Darlin D – well done.
Oh I feel blessed.