We are moving to our new house in a few weeks, so this particular Sunday morning I had committed to getting started with some packing. I was halfway through the first box when I had a strong impulse to go and wash my new car so – box abandoned with slight feelings of guilt – outside I went with my favourite car washing cloths.
Over the past year I experienced a couple of difficult conflict situations. I didn’t handle either of them well, going into reaction without reading what was truly being offered for me to understand life at a deeper level. I collapsed in a heap both times, taking things very personally.
Those around me looked on. I felt guilty that I was unable to reflect to them a way of being that was inspiring. I wasn’t strong, steady or rational. In fact, I felt quite the opposite.
The guilt around this has for a long time preoccupied me, until just recently when I realised something very important.
How fantastic is the word ‘sparkle’ in reference to human beings?
For a while now I have felt my sparkle return after having relinquished it. I feel all shiny and new as I have not known myself over the years to feel like this. I probably would have argued that the harshness of others took my sparkle away, although that doesn’t feel true, because each of us can choose to hold on to our sparkle even when things get pretty hard.
In 2009 I realised that much of my sparkle had gone but I knew deep inside that there was a true me, a forever sparkly me. It was at this time that I took my first step towards reclaiming my sparkle and I’ve made many little steps ever since.
Why is it so hard to accept, really accept a compliment?
You would think that accepting a compliment from someone would be easy, something nice said to you or about you, but do we really stop to allow ourselves to feel what is being shared with us about ourselves?
This is something I have been recently observing in myself. Someone offers me a compliment, and I quickly say thank you, brushing it off like it was said in jest, a fleeting moment, or simply to be polite, or better (worse!) yet I go into an explanation of why I may look good, or why my hair is incredibly amazing on that day. Continue reading “Compliments and Me”
How often have we thought that art is something created outside of ourselves and our daily life? I am finding art to be more, in-truth, much more than the time we actually devote in ‘doing’ art, as how I have been living is always clearly reflected in the work I have done throughout the years.
Recently I had a meeting with a client and a photographer I am working with for the first time. I woke up that morning feeling a little tired. It was awesome to just observe how I was feeling and not go into judgment immediately or wanting to fix myself up because of the meeting later on. Continue reading “The Life we Live, is the Art we Make”