There is something about seeking balance in life that makes one wonder- how do you know when you have achieved it? These posts I write are all about trying to find the balance in work, family, health, fun. But when do I get there? When am I walking the balance beam of life, feeling composed?
I am pretty sure I don't know the answer to that. Somehow I think it just happens. When you work on something for a long time you learn the tricks of how to make yourself sturdy. Eventually you come to the end of that work. You come to completion; working through a challenge, finishing a work of art, writing The End at the bottom of a page of words. Finding the ending is a good chance to look back and see where you've been, and reassess where you are going. It is a chance to sit still and find your balance.
This month, my fellow artist's and I have finished our year long Artist Way program. It was a self-inflicted challenge, and started out as kind of a wild imagining on my part. The work brought many upheavals and unexpected insights right from the beginning. As we progressed there were emotional issues and personal blocks. We all fought our demons. Yet, we all pulled through to this end.
As I sit here now, in a green park under a grey sky with the sounds of happy voices circling the air, waiting to see what words are going to come out of me next, I consider that a year of The Artist's Way really was a wild thing to imagine. So I perch, balanced on the edge of my park bench, wondering what will I imagine next?
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