When was the last time you gave yourself to adventure? Has it been a while? Can you remember a standout moment(s) where you moved outside the mundane and adventured?
When was the last time you gave yourself time and space to feel the wind in your hair and the sun kiss across your cheek. Have you given yourself time to lean in and listen, to apply mounds of nurture and the joyous celebration of ‘sistering’ your total wellbeing, lately?
Do you remember the last time you breathed in a lilac’s scent, like the waft of springtime romance, instead of pounding down the pavement of duty and responsibility? When was the last time you made beautiful, wide-open space for yourself?
I love adventure, first times and surprises, but often I settle for doing life, rather than experiencing the romance of it. However, I have learned the value of investing in my wellbeing, of giving myself to environments where I can romp and play for no other reason than to be kind to myself and to be reminded of my own loveliness that the hard tones of life can erode from my memory.
Saint Francis and the Sow
Stands for all things,
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as Saint Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them: the long, perfect loveliness of sow.
I’ve been feeling the invitation to move past resistance and give into nurture, to reflect on beauty and wholeheartedness. I’ve been feeling springtime beckoning me, this winter. I’ve been hearing her wildness calling and blossom-brightness prompting me on a journey of self-giving.
I’ve been feeling a heart pounding invitation that I don’t want to ignore or put off, because I know that the kindness of investing in myself is the ultimate badassery. It will not get applause. No one will demand that I care for myself, but my spirit, soul and body will revel in the much-needed sweetness.
It’s entirely up to me to respond to the breeze when it’s blowing, to be carried beyond heaviness and strain into the ease of its welcome. It’s up to me to respond to adventure’s beckon, to show up and to make it happen. And you know what, I am worth it and so are you!
Today's Mixed Media piece, Day 25 of 30 Paintings In 30 Days, Remember Your Loveliness