May 30 2010

Life Lists, a life of lists and Jennifer Gandin Le

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This may startle you a bit. I have been keeping a journal since I was 14. I am 51, about to be 52 in September. That means the heavy selves of spiral bound notebooks that take up a bit of real estate here in my studio contain pages and pages of my scratchy handwriting.

I began keeping a journal steadily in Mr. Dedic’s Junior English class. He was just one of the many fine teachers I had at Escanaba Area Public High School. I have the notebook right here. We wrote on Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoonriver Anthology, he allowed us to write ‘tho’ instead of ‘though’ and assigned us to make daily entries. That was all the impetus I needed. As a jumpstart for those early pages, I started keeping lists. I was years away from encountering Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way” with her perspective on journal keeping.

I just plowed through several stacks of journals to find the page you see below. This list was written in the year of my 21st birthday. I was still working at Bay Cliff in the summer and in the heart of my years at Northern Michigan University, doing theatre, dance and working with kids doing both of those activities. Judging from what I wrote, I had a sense of the world ahead.

a list of 'temptations'


On the facing page to this journal entry are cellophane taped-in magazine pictures of fresh fruits, pasta with basil, kefir in clear pitchers and beautifully arranged vegetables. This particular notebook is full of stuff I stuck in-poems by friends, church bulletins, newspaper clippings, notes from my college boyfriend who I was madly and a bit sadly in love with at the time, photos and letters. I wrote lots of lists- food I’d like to try, places to go, music I’d like to hear, presents I’d love to have which included things like a diamond ring, new tennies, and to swim in a river. The “we” I allude to in this list must mean me and BZ, that boyfriend. Hmm. I have long lost him, but gained so many other gifts. There are many things I have accomplished in these 30 years.

Over at my pal Jennifer Gandin Le’s website, she posted her “Mighty Life List”. You will find her in my blogroll. Jennifer’s writing is what got me thinking about the miles and miles of lists I have kept. I am going to post a new “Mighty Life” list here on the Laundry Line. But before I do that, I want to take a moment to value and offer gratitude for what I have attained.

This is what jumps off the page today:

We- and here I mean me and my husband- have a hammock that swings under tall trees, namely a linden and an oak.
I have a sewing room that is also an ironing room, yarn storage and closet for winter clothing and Jonathan’s hanging clothes.
Just this year I bought a pair of Frye boots. Nice timing.
I live in New England and don’t really hanker after brown bread anymore.
I went to a mountain spa in Steamboat Springs this winter- Strawberry Hot Springs, which is heaven.
I have sat under and sketched many palm trees in many different locations.

There are many things I have done, but mainly, I brag I do have kids- I love many kids more than the 2 who call me Mom. We do own our own home and it has a big, clean kitchen, though I share it freely with the rest of my family!

My life is filled with so many blessings. Today most of all, a year after a tumultous health passage for me and just 2 days after a smaller but traumatic moment for Jonathan, I can say we are all blessed with good health. And the finest of friends all over the world. Looking at this list reminds me of all I have lived in these 30 years. Offering gratitude for this cornucopia of blessings, experiences, challenges and joy keeps me in touch with the Sacred with every breath. Thank you Goddess, I will take more.

As I write this I got a notification from Tammy McLeod’s blog “AgriGirl”- she is writing about journalling today too. You can link to her over in my blogroll.

Jennifer posted a photo of herself as a young girl as a reminder to be gentle on herself as she scribes her desires for the future. This is a photo of me from the month I wrote that list 30 years ago. Pretty hopeful bundle of hair I had there.

In light of all the earthly events making the news this week, of losses my friends are having like dear Martha Burkes dying on Wednesday, of Haiti, of all that oil…I cannot stop living the life I have here today. I send my love to each of those hearts of need, all over the planet. And as a pledge to the Divine, I will live this one Mighty Life, right here in the shade of the Laundry Line.

I am heading out to the garden to ponder my Mighty Life List. I will fill the bird baths and sing a song of gratitude for all I have done since I wrote that list of ‘Temptations’ back in Big Bay.

How about you? Got a Mighty Life List to share?
I’d love to read it.
Yours, S


Mar 18 2010

At the Gate of the Mysterious Female

At the Gate of the Mysterious Female SBB

Retreat.
4 days of yoga and art at Kripalu- just up the road from my desk here in Great Barrington, but hundreds of miles away. “Vibrant Visionary Collage” with Karen Arp Sandel and 11 other delicious women was a huge gift I received this week.

My roster of gratitudes would make a mile long list here, but I am going to share some with you all the same. At this Portal to this Mysterious Female, gratitude is the entrance fee. With it, you can enter your own garden of lush creativity and grace, finding all that you have been blessed with on any simple day.
I am so grateful for the time away at Kripalu.
IAG for the support of my fine husband for covering all he did this week with the kids, his work, our family, track practice and radio plans, meals and laundry.
IAG for my husband picking me up today.
IAG for the sun in my bedroom where I just took a nap to prepare for the homecoming of kids from school.
IAG for color.
IAG for the underside of the red tail hawk, it’s soft colors against the brilliant blue sky today at lunch.
IAG for the labyrinth at Kripalu.
IAG for the women I met this week and the collaboration we enjoyed.
IAG for our trip to see “Fe-Mail”.
IAG for my appetite for yoga.
IAG for my teacher Kaliji at Kripalu over the weekend.
IAG for my friend Martha’s alignments.
IAG for the bounty in my life on every level- support, abundance, safety, friendships, women and men, kids, community, color, texture, garden projects surfacing from under the snow, snowdrops, clean laundry and all the meals I enjoyed this week with my new friends.
IAG for my kid’s health.
IAG for my health.
IAG for all my desires floating out in the Universe, singing to me from across the pages of art that flow out of me.
IAG for breath.
IAG for time.
IAG for you reading these words.
IAG for the gratitudes you hold in your heart and the courage to share a few with me here.

I will share more of the art from my week here.
So glad you stopped by the Line.
Love and thanks, S