Every January, the starkness and grey of winter, aka the blahs, propels me to change something about myself, and the change usually comes in form of a drastic new hair color or style.
A couple years ago, it was lavender.
Last year it was red.
This year I went for the Mohawk as you can tell from my classy bathroom selfies. Discovery, a Mohawk does not keep my head warm.
By summer, my desire for wild and crazy hair will have lulled, but next January, you can bet I’ll be trying something new again. It’s a cycle I can count on.
Another rhythm of my life is my studio practice. After the Christmas holidays, I have a strong urge to clean and rearrange. Then I just dive in and create. This year is no different except the desire to create is even stronger. And I think I know why.
This fall I honored my self and personal needs. I rested. I am so grateful that I was able to do so, that I have the ability to choose my pace. I do not misunderstand or take lightly the gift of choice in this area.
In times past, I would have felt ‘I had to do’ so many things to maintain image, reputation, momentum, a voice, relevance…. Yet a strange phenomenon occurred in the honoring of the natural rhythms of my life. I became fully restored and so very ready for wow.
This is the Mighty Buffalo (abstract (probably didn’t have to tell you that)), speaking from my studio.
She says, “Honor the rhythms of your life if it is in your power to do so, even in small ways. Your heart and life will be fuller for it.”
I’m going to listen to the Buffalo from now on. (She also told me to get a Mohawk.)