Thinking about those practices that feed my soul and keep me anchored – very important for someone who can spin off into despair in 2.5 seconds for no apparent reason, and also centred – very important for someone who can lose sight herself in 2.5 seconds depending on what’s going on in the immediate vicinity, a phenomenon also known as “Other People’s Stuff”.
- Painting practice.
- Writing practice.
- Cooking practice, by which I mean preparing nourishing, beautifully plated meals for the palate, eyes, and body.
- Soul X, which is what I call my spiritual practice. It includes writing practice, painting practice, and…
- Oracular practice, by which I mean checking in with the inner landscape by using tools like Tarot as a kind of ink blot. Whatever the card tells me about my current state is probably not ‘oracular’ in the true sense of the word, but still, revealing.
- Shadow hygiene as taught to me by Jane Cunningham – that practice of acknowledging the things we would rather deny in tender and tangible ways so that they don’t have a chance to sneak up on us and take us over.
- Therapy. Weekly, unless there is a scheduling conflict, but mostly, weekly.
- Social hygiene. I’m an introvert, so I have to approach the whole ‘need for connection’ as one might brushing one’s teeth. It must be scheduled, in the calendar, treated as necessary, or I will spend days and days alone in my own head.
- Personal inventory aka “Make all things sound” which includes asking myself where I’m at, what I’m up to, what I want to change, what’s working, what’s not working, acknowledging where I am failing to live my values, which requires liberal applications of…
- Self-compassion. Wherever possible. As lavishly as possible. And asking for the compassion of others where it is needful and available.
- Rightful work, by which I mean engaging in the ‘support myself’ part of the equation with integrity, enthusiasm, and discipline.
- Service, by which I mean loving on those I love with all I’ve got to the best of my capacity in any given moment.
Today, I engaged in 10 of the 12. No social hygiene because I had that for days and days and I’m prefer furfaces to people at the moment. No therapy today, either, because that’s tomorrow, though the hours I spent painting might be considered therapeutic.
I’m especially thrilled with the painting practice over the last 48 hours.
Not for work.
Not for work.
For work. Also filmed, edited, compressed and uploaded all of it in one day. WHO AM I RIGHT NOW?
I’ll leave you with this today, because it soothes my soul like nothing else can.
If you need me, send me an e-mail. I’m going dark until practice fills the well again.