Wishing you peace, art and healing
I fell over in New Zealand. In February, I fell over in New Zealand Aoteaoroa outside Piha General Store. Just a little fall, but a pulsing ankle resulted.
How might I heal? How might any of us heal?
Heart of the Tree Fern
and….Tree Fern Woman.
A bit of art and
a bit of nature didn’t do any harm.
It helped that I was staying in a cabin amongst the treetops, able to gaze softly into the heart of the fern.
It helped that I was able to ponder the spine of the kauri.
That ankle eased up in no time.
Tree Fern Woman
The spirit of creative play is alive and well
in Newtown, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, the World
The Nature and Culture of Newtown 1
how about a
The Nature and Culture of Newtown 2
I was tired. I yearned to be in a quiet, dark place, but had to go into the city, to the dentist. Ergh. Trudge trudge drudge. I yearned and yawned. I dragged my feet along the pavement. Pound pound sludge.
Sally Swain © original art
Then I saw it.
It is this.
(Dear ones – I am republishing this textures piece, as there were techhy glitches earlier. Apologies if you’re receiving it twice.)
How to bring yourself into the present, even for a microsecond? And feed your creativity at the same time?
One approach is to go for a texture walk. What’s that? If I happen to be walking anyway, I attempt to find a tiny space of light amidst the VeryClutteredBrain by practising specific mindfulness. It helps to focus on a something.
I love the texture of this messy, soft, papery Australian tree
I might say to myself:
From where I am (here) up to that park bench (over there), I’ll bring my attention to textures. Or shapes. Or light and shadow. Or colours.
It’s not unlike playing ‘ Continue reading