the art of living full
Stillness. To be instead of do. I was sitting on my couch in the room where the sun comes in the mornings. My tender back still raw from vertebras moving in wrong directions. When my back gives me trouble it usually has to do with inner turmoil. So I’m sitting, tears coming because I stopped for 30 seconds and let myself feel instead of sucking it up. Problem was this annoying emotional time was taking up my carefully carved out artist time. Which was making my back hurt even worse. Heather you’re failing ran ‘round in my head so many times it turned into a catchy little tune. So as I’m pouring out my problems to God, he tells me to slow down. And then he says because I am moving so fast I can’t see.
I need to be able to see as an artist. We artist rely heavily on our senses, and all my panic, my rushings, deaden the senses I need to be an artist, to be a wife, a God-lover, and a compassionate human being. Being an artist for me is an outflow of my experiences as a human. But if I’m not experiencing, what do have to work with? Nothing.
The thought of slowing down makes my hands shake. To literally just be in a moment feels nearly impossible. It’s like I have adult ADHD and I can’t remember or focus long enough to really be human.
Be where you are and nowhere else.
Speak with God. He listens. And he talks back.
Feel free to remind me to be in moment if you see me. God said he came so that we may have life to the full. Hectic craziness isn’t living. As always I’d love to hear from you!!