We may all be familiar with waiting: Wait for dinner. Wait to grow up. Wait for the rain to stop. Wait for summer. Wait for someone to be nice. Wait for the economy to change. Wait to retire. Wait for a war to end (remember when it was the war?). Wait for extra pounds to melt away. Wait for... fill in the blank.
There is nothing wrong with waiting. At times, one must work her way through a large chunk of living before she arrives at a certain place and time. She may have children to raise, chickens to feed, dogs to run, grandchildren to pamper.
I wait, holding my breath, hiding in the drapes to catch the Oriole at the feeder. It seems that all I get are hundreds more shots of the greedy little hummingpigs, which, while entertaining, are not the Oriole. I have been guilty of waiting for a perfect poem, a masterpiece painting, even a certain moment to ask for some little thing, like a hug. Like I said, there is nothing wrong with waiting, if you don't mind waiting longer for that which you desire.
Our friend Hafiz urges us to court the urge, the urge which pushes us towards perfection, expression, to Love and Life. Yes, making the acquaintance of the desire to sing a painting, draw a poem, sew up a sentence, is the spirit behind the creative life.
A group of us have met for a couple of years, reading and studying and practicing The Artist's Way, by Julia Cameron. With the support of these dear friends, fellow artists, I have grown into my painting, making it part of my spiritual practice, my art practice, my practice of Being. And from this group, four of us have taken a leap. We are opening a Phantom Gallery! There will be more posts, but for now here is a sneak preview... we have moved in, moved the art work in, and hung it. Suffice to say, IT IS SO EXCITING!!!
Right now, the biggest deal is carving out the hours in my week to be at the Gallery. I mentioned last week to a room full of people, "I have never changed careers. I have only added another and another..." This is another change, and it is so good.
See that rascally little Oriole? He sees my camera, and will not come to his feeder. All day long he hangs out there, until I bring out the camera. Then, he goes off to the highest Palm, or the Cottonwoods, or the Maple. He chirrrrs, and chirps, and stays away. I love him anyway.
Spring is here. Dogwoods are unfurling. We have patches of blue blue sky, occasional balmy days, the hawks and geese are making noise. Life is full. Oh, Yes.