Most recently, being in a space where I feel I'm truly tuned into myself comes from a meditation/visualization of connecting my body to the earth, and pulling Mother Earth's energy up my legs and with each in-breath into each chakra. On the out-breath I release any dense energy from each center. This is a mental exercise (especially in Maine where the winters are l-o=n-g) but it's also a very physical and spiritual practice. Once I go up all 7 chakras, I then welcome in Spirit from above and go all the way back down. This practice enables me to stay, at least for a while, in my own self, able to speak my truth, and at times able to express my creativity through song (especially on the occasions of friends' birthdays when I write lyrics to well-known tunes depicting aspects of the person's life/being and how we feel about them) or sewing or painting (watercolors)- the latter not often.
Creativity for me is a process that connects us to each other. Creating from the true self means presenting a picture of truth that some/many can feel resonates with their own truth. This connects us all.
Moral obligation? Do we have a moral obligation to be true to ourselves? To reflect the Divine within us?
And following the theme of Spirit in ordinary things, I will share what I wrote about it in an email yesterday, February 19, 2022.
I have such trouble getting a winter hat to fit. I think of myself as somewhat of a conehead because hats are usually not long enough from crown to ear to cover my ears. Iâ€™ve had several knitter friends try in the past but it wasnâ€™t until ten years ago that my friend Martha knit one that not only fit, but was warm and beautiful . Iâ€™ve cherished it every since. Especially after it disappeared in late November.
This morning, at the indoor farmerâ€™s market, my favorite egg-man was engaged in a conversation with a woman about my age. I glanced over at her and noticed she was wearing a beautiful hat; then I realized it was my beloved hat on her head. The yarn is so variegated, and the design so unique, that when she started to leave, I stopped her and asked where she got her hat. She told me she found it in Baxter Woods (where I walk every day) I told her it was mine and that I was about to write to my friend that made it to see if she could make me another. She apologized for picking it up, but I assured her that I very much appreciated her rescuing it and taking good care of it all these weeks. She and I had a lovely conversation, and after we both finished shopping, she gave it back to me. (She didnâ€™t want to take it off earlier because â€œmy hair is a messâ€)
Whatâ€™s in a hat??? Itâ€™s just a hat for heavenâ€™s sake. But I felt quite emotional. Weâ€™ve lost so much in the last two years (as well as gain much,) and maybe this just represented something I was â€œre-gaining.â€ It gave me such a lift to have this little piece â€œof meâ€ returned.
So many thanks to Martha and the market lady for my hat!!!
Reflecting on it, it feels like an example of another person's generous spirit, and of me "reclaiming" something I had cherished, a gift from a dear friend.