"It is play, not properness, that is the central artery, the core, the brain stem of creative life. The impulse to play is an instinct..."~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
February 21, 2013
My Last Post on The Impulse!
Well, no doubt a wondrous, if not overwhelming, several weeks.
Last Wednesday in the morning tulips arrived from my dad for Valentine's. Tulips, which bloom back east around my birthday which is also the first days of Spring. Wednesday was also my year anniversary arriving to Orange County. I started as the ninth member of a long-held writing critique group led by the fabulous Barbara Demarco-Demeritt on Thursday, Happy Love Day to me! And it couldn't have been more timely, or more eloquent, a celebration.
On Friday I talked with my bff Katie for three hours...she was snowed-in in New Haven, CT. Me, I hung up with her, got out of bed (it was noon!) put on my bathing suit and went to one of the secret coves here in Laguna. I luxuriated in the sun until it went behind a far west cliff. Then I drove to Huntington for tacos from my favorite, Normita's. The following day I cleaned my house, moved in quietude and touched all day long by that fabulous stillness of reflection that seems to strike from a magic place time to time.
I saw my first butterflies on Friday, a monarch and ladybug in the same moments on Saturday. In this rapidly changing time here on earth, mother nature let it be known. In Southern California, spring is here!
And for me, too. This blog has been my fateful reflection for five years come April. I am proud of it as it is a mark of discipline and self-reflection I can always look back upon. It helped me grow. Today, in continued celebration--I offer thanks to the Impulse, Itself, for always being there within and guiding me along. I also am happy to announce that today is the last post here at this site.
My focus has always been self-honesty and creative-process here. It has been a means in which I could establish, knowingly, my own creative tides, and eventually know how to mark them. In 2008 when this began I lived on a 400-acre soybean farm on Maryland's Eastern Shore. Through allllll the changes that led me eventually here, those inner rhythms have never faltered, and this space here on the web became my stability.
It taught me a lot, and I want now to combine my gifts of teaching and writing to help others understand the same. The rhythms of their own soul impulse, within.
THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT OVER THE YEARS!! And may this greeting find you happy and open, alive and full of wonder...and may it remind you to begin within... and share with one another, too.
Keep smiling.
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