I’ve been painting A LOT in the past few days … and that can become disorienting. I call it losing time — the normal patterns of sleeping-eating-working-day-night … they just fade away. Frankly, it’s a pretty terrific place to be for painting, but not being earthbound for too long just gets weird. So I try to be hyper-vigilant about meditation, which for me is grounding, mostly using the mind-emptying TM approach. Lately I’ve been using techniques with a physical dimensions to the practice, like walking and writing meditations. (note to self: time to finally learn yoga). This morning I’ve been lost in a wonderful poem from Rumi …. handwriting it word for word … step by step … like face to face contact with the ideas one by one.
Very peaceful. So now back to the angstie business of delivering the promise of Venus.
