Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

A Practice for Lent: The Creative Call

Today is the first day of Lent. I was casting about for something to do (or not to do) appropriate for the season. Since this period is supposed to be a time for self-reflection, I decided I would wed this season with my working through The Creative Call program.

The Creative Call: An Artist's Response to the Way of the Spirit is a book written by Joyce Elsheimer as an alternative to Cameron's The Artist's Way (TAW). TAW is a fantastic program, and I have employed it on several occassions to break through creative blocks and get my creating self moving again. However, the "source" or "higher self" referenced in TAW is ambiguous at best. The Creative Call is for those artists, writers, muscians, and other creatives who have a more focused view of that divine source for the creativity -- that is, God.

The Creative Call (CC) is less rigorous than TAW calling for a commitment of only eight weeks as well as only 20 minutes of journaling each morning. In addition, CC emphasizes prayer and scripture reading/memorization as part of the program of breaking through the hindrances to creative output. CC's main assertion, at least for me, is that God gives us our talents and urges us to develop and exercise them for His glory and our personal fulfillment in life. Given this, I thought working this program might be the perfect activity for Lent. The program most likely will flow past Easter, but somehow that seems right too.

My plan then is to read one chapter a week, do the prescribed exercises, and journal every day. At least once a week -- maybe more, maybe less -- I will write a short reflection piece here.

So, if you don't like hearing about God or Jesus, or are uncomfortable with scriptural quotations, then I understand completely if you don't want to follow along with these posts. However, part of my "recovery" as a creative person is not to hide from what I am and what I believe, and I will be writing about these things. I do hope you will come back and read and maybe even follow along.

Thank you.

The Gate Keeper, Ash Wednesday, 2012










ljgloyd

Friday, January 6, 2012

Watching Bread Rise: A Metaphor for Growth


This week I made bread from scratch. I'm a bit of a foody, if you haven't already figured that out, so the process of watching the bio-chemical replication of yeast is something that fascinates me. Yes, I know, I need to get a life, and that is indeed what I hope to do this year.

Bread-making is an appropriate picture of life growth. Yeast is a living creature -- Saccharomyces cerevisiae -- a one-celled critter that procreates like crazy if you give it enough sugar and warm water. When you combine these happy little yeastie-beasties with flour, salt, a lot of time and a little heat, you get bread.

I have an idea for a long-term life project. I have been tossing the idea around in my mind for several months, and now I want to nurture it with the hope it will rise like bread dough. The idea is the flour, the yeast is the planning, and the sugar and warm water is the research. Hopefully, the planning and research will make that idea rise up into reality. I don't expect achieving my goal will be easy. I expect a little heat along the way, but you need some heat to bake good bread.

I'm sorry to be so vague on the specifics of the project. I'm still in the planning stages, and, if you have ever made bread, you know that if conditions are not right, the bread dough won't rise. So I'm not going to say any more about it now in case things fall flat.

But to leave you with a little more than my ramblings, here is the recipe I used to make the gorgeous loaf of bread in the picture above:

Thoroughly mix together in a large crockery bowl:

1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 1/2 cups all purpose white flour
1 teaspoon salt

In a separate bowl, combine:

1 package of dry active yeast
2 tablespoons of sugar
1 cup plus 2 tablespoons of warm water

About 10 minutes later, when the yeast is frothing on top of the water, add the liquid to the dry ingredients and thoroughly mix. Put a little flour on a bread board and dump out the dough on it. Vigorously knead the bread for about 5 minutes. (Great therapy). Return the dough to the crockery bowl and cover with a clean kitchen cloth. Put it someplace warm and leave it for about 3 hours.

After the dough has risen (it should double or even triple in size) add some more flour to the board, dump out the dough, and knead for another 5 minutes. Shape the dough into a ball and place it in a large cast iron skillet. Cover and let it rise for another hour. About 15 minutes before you plan to bake the bread, preheat the oven to 375 F. (about 220C). Uncover the skillet, put it in the oven and bake for about 25 minutes (or until the top is golden brown).

Prepare to swoon from the aroma.





ljgloyd (c) 2012

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

I've Never Done Anything Worthwhile in My Whole Life Ever: Thoughts on Positive Affirmations


Last week I was in one of those blue moods that everyone gets now and again where I was reassessing my life and trying to see what, if anything, I had accomplished. I came back to a conclusion that I have articulated many times in the past: "I've never done anything worthwhile in my whole life ever." Yes, I admit that this is a bit over the top. My friend Madame T, a writer in Alabama, laughed at me when I said this to her a while back -- not because it is true, but because, as she said, I was being overly melodramatic. She was right and I have to admit that saying this to myself is not a positive affirmation and certainly could lead me to a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Still, though, I caught myself saying this to myself again last week, but this time I decided I would try out a little positive affirmation exercise that I had learned in a mind/body wellness course I took last year. I try to have a "quiet time" of meditation and prayer each morning and last Friday morning I added to my meditation a repetition of the words: "I am a winner. I accomplish every goal I set for myself". I repeated this to myself a number of times until I started to feel a little silly about it. I am not sure if that is because the act of repeating a "mantra" is alien to me or if, deep down, I had trouble accepting the concept that I might actually be successful in achieving a goal.

This particular day I went over to a relative's house to paint a backyard fence that had recently been built. We quickly got started and as I painted I felt myself enjoying the work. It was a beautiful sunny morning. The birds were singing. I was helping someone. All was good.

The painting progressed without hitch...until about two hours into the job and about three feet of fence short of finishing, when I stepped on one of the masonite boards we had been using in place of a drop cloth to protect the concrete in front of the fence. It was like I stepped onto an icy patch of pavement.

I could see myself going down as if in slow motion: my right knee twisting on the masonite board, my left hand outstretching to brace for the fall, the skin on my right elbow peeling off as it scrapped down the raw wood of the fence, and finally my ample backside hitting the ground with a resounding PLOP. I sat there for a moment, simultaneously feeling the pain in various parts of my body, thanking God that I did not hit my head on the concrete or the fence, and suddenly realizing that I, "the winner", had embarrassed myself in front of the entire neighborhood and everyone driving past.

As I hauled my body and bruised ego off the ground, my relative said "I'll finish painting. You go in the house."

"No," I said. "I can finish this." I proceeded to paint the last few feet of fence. I had to use my non-dominant right hand because the pain in my left hand was so bad that I could not hold the brush. My thought at that moment was that if I can finish the job, then I'm not really hurt all that much. It was less of an act of pride and more of an act of denial.

After we finished and cleaned up, I went right home and proceeded to soak myself in a hot epsom salt bath. I assessed my wounds and concluded that it could have been a whole lot worse. My hand was moving again and my scraps were superficial. My knee pained me but I could walk which was all that mattered. My pride, though, was quite wounded, and I felt the irony of my positive affirmation of that morning literally colliding with the reality of a hard patch of ground.

But then it occurred to me: I had finished the job. I had done what I had affirmed that morning: "I accomplish every goal I set for myself." I know it is a cliche' that we when we fall, literally or figuratively, we should "get right up, dust yourself off, and start all over again." These concepts become cliched because they are true.

Just as it took a long and subtle time for me to latch on to the "I'll never do anything worthwhile" idea, so the positive affirmation that I will be successful in all I do may take equally as long. I have to admit that it may take a lot of "stick-to-it-ness" to achieve it.

So, if I have one word to say myself, and to all of you, it is this:

PERSEVERE.

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, a Blessed Solstice, and Happy New Year to you all.

ljgloyd (c) 2011

...make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness... II Peter 1:5-6.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sometimes You've Got to Let Loose

This weekend I stopped at a store on the way to an appointment. In the parking lot of the store, there was a group gathered. I'm not sure of the nature of the gathering, but it appeared that everyone was having a lot of fun and that the event was open to anyone who wanted to participate. I did not have the time so I just shot this quick video and went on my way. In retrospect, I realize how busy and overcommitted I've been for the last few weeks. I could have been a few minutes late to my appointment. I really should have stopped and participated. It would have been good for me.

Sometimes you've just gotta let loose:


Friday, December 2, 2011

If I said "Yes"......

"The Botanical Shop"


Montage of vintage and found photographs


This is a response to an art journaling prompt which asked what we would say "yes" to if given the opportunity. In this imaginary life (with unlimited resources and time), I would say yes to being educated as a master herbalist or a naturopathic or TCM doctor. OR I might say yes to starting my own business as a manufacturer and purveyor of hand-crafted botanical skin care products.



Hey, it's a fantasy, okay?



Anyway, this image may end up being the study from which I render a painting. We'll see... since I do not in fact have unlimited resources or time for art-making.....or anything else.



ljgloyd (c) 2011






Wednesday, November 30, 2011

That Reflection in the Mirror

This morning while on the way to work I stopped at a diner for a quick bite of breakfast and a cup of tea. When the cashier handed back my change I noticed that it was more than the amount I usually get back, so I mentioned it to her. She smiled and replied, "It's okay." Noticing my confusion, she printed out a receipt and pointed to the "Senior discount" she had given me. (I appreciate her tact in not saying this aloud for everyone in line to hear.)

Let me assure you that I am nowhere near the standard recognized senior citizen age. Furthermore, this is not the first time that I have received unexpected senior discounts. However, all the other times I have received discounts I laughed it off and pegged it on the fact that the various clerks were teenagers and probably thought anyone over 30 was a senior. This morning, though, the cashier was closer to my age and for some reason her miscalculation bothered me.

Am I really old?

When I seated myself, I pulled out my compact mirror and gave myself a look. Yes, my hair is turning silver. I had stopped coloring my hair because of the expense and the maintenance. Yet, I started to wonder if maybe I should begin again to do that. Also, I had to concede that lately I don't move as fast or as far as I used to and that I often wake up with aches and pains that I did not have only a couple of years ago. Furthermore, lately I have started thinking more about retirement and if I am going to have enough money to live. Did I plan well enough all these years? My fear is that I will need to work until I'm 108 in order to survive -- provided that an old bat like me doesn't get laid off and not be able to find another job.

Yikes! No wonder people think I am old. I had the sudden revelation that I look old because I am acting and thinking I am old. This is an obvious and clichéd conclusion, I know, but it is a conclusion that everyone must come to on their own at some point. I just had my "aha" moment over a breakfast burrito this morning.

So, what am I going to do to break out of this thought pattern?

It is not news that the experts have said that to stave off the consequences of old age, one needs to engage in new and different activities. Since my habit has always been to explore new activities, I am already in a good place in that regard. (For example, I took up bellydancing when I turned 40). I just need to not talk myself out of trying new and different activities "because I'm too old."

Secondly, I need to stop focusing on all my aches and pains. I need to stop focusing on myself, period. I need to get out there and focus on others.

Next, when I start worrying about the future, I need to remind myself that Providence has never let me down in the past -- why should it now? Faith is a powerful weapon and the older I become, the more adept I become at wielding it.

In addition, I have to stop worrying that I might not have made the right decisions in the past regarding my future. What good will worrying do now? I am reminded of a line from the movie Under the Tuscan Sun where Katherine tells Frances that "regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present."

Finally, and probably most importantly, I have to get out of the insidious thought pattern that to be old is to be decrepit, useless, and sad. Good grief, no! I declare right now, on this day, that I will not be any of those things. I will be functional, generous, wise, faith-filled, and joyful. I think I will start right now by getting a tee-shirt that says, "I'm Embracing My Inner Crone and She's Ready for a Good Time."

When I really do get to senior citizen status, I will be one rockin' old broad. Wanna join me? I promise it will be a blast.

ljgloyd (c) 2011

Image: Morguefile . com