Art of God

I got something that I really, really wanted today. I was hoping for it, waiting for it, scheming to get it for nearly a year now - and today I finally got it. And I felt pretty bad about it.

This "something" is a garage attached to my house. It's been converted into a separate studio and rented out to someone else, before my husband and I moved in. We really wanted the garage, we really needed the additional space for Christopher's office, we really got increasingly crowded working together in one, none too large, room.

I couldn't do anything to get it, it was the landlords decision and I didn't want to do anything behind the back of the person who was renting it, a very nice person, but I sure did a lot in my head. I was scheming and plotting and imagining all kinds of stuff.

I had a session with Brooks today. It was about relationship, about how to remain who I am, and how to connect. I was cleaning something, some trauma, from my body. As I opened more and more I started realizing that the body is all I need.

Did you ever feel that it's all well and good to "loose the mind" when in class with Brooks, but once the class is over and its time to go back to work, the mind is very much needed? How could we function without it? How would we know what to do? How would we find points of reference?

Sometime around yesterday afternoon I realized that I start getting tired of opinions. I am very interested in the coming election, I have my favorite that I agree with and would vote for if I could. I watch the debates, I read the news, I listen to what people have to say. I also get the feeling, more and more, of a pressure.

In all the articles I read, on all the political blogs dealing with the election, on all the websites supporting this side or that, the predominant message is always the same: we are right, they are wrong.

Despite appearances this is not a political agitation. This is an illustration to my latest post.

Last Friday I created the "United We Stand" image (below).

It took me through quite an adventure. It begun while I was lying on bed sometime around 5pm, staring at nothing in particular. The image showed up in my head, completed with the tag-line. I jumped up, run to my computer and got to work. About 5 hours later I had the image completed, an online store set up with all sorts of merchandise, and ... I started wondering what it is I am doing? And why?