If Confucius Kept a Visual Journal…this is what it might look like.
Do you ever have one of those days where you just want the world to stop so you can go off and regroup?
Or maybe you’ve had a whole week like that, the way I just did.
It was a week of:
- scary medical stuff (mine and a dear friend’s too, one after the other),
- the usual deadlines (some that I barely made and one I missed by a day), and
- my birthday (which, like other holidays, evokes grief over losses that I am always blindsided by when they crop up again).
My go-to place for relief…usually after some emotional kicking and screaming: my sketchbook.
My favorite place to work when I need a little escape is propped up in bed, with a cup of tea, my sketchbook and a few art supplies on a breakfast tray.
I took a few notes on how I was feeling, (not good!) made an inventory of my complaints and my desires, and then collaged and painted and scribbled on top. I keep a basket of inspirational greeting cards with my supplies, and these often end up in my sketchbooks, too.
Maybe Art Supplies Should Be Prescribed?!
The remarkable thing is that this took less than twenty minutes, and within ten minutes of glueing shit down, I couldn’t even access why I felt so crappy just a moment ago.
The weight of suffering lifted, as if by magic.
Even though I’ve experienced this kind of relief before, the dramatic difference in feeling states seems impossible.
How can playing with a few art supplies while being with my feelings make such a dramatic difference?
I felt like my self again.
I could breathe in and trust my experience.
Be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.
Confucius said that.
If what I’ve shared resonates, I’d love to guide you in this process. See what’s on offer here.
All you need is a blank sketchbook, open mind, willing heart, a few kindergarden art supplies.
Best thing: most of my workshops happen online, so you can work at your own pace. In bed, if you want.
p.s. I’ve spent a lot of time sitting upon a meditation cushion, facing blank walls. Turns out my preferred path to peace and harmony is keeping creative sketchbooks. But the practices have a great deal in common.
It’s like meditation with art supplies.
But more fun.