I was just visiting an influential man from my childhood, Jack, in Nevada City, California. When I was about age 6 or 7, he introduced me to Buddhism, ballet & basketball–all good B’s. Jack’s neighbor Becky (another good B) had us over for dinner, which was lovely. I feel so privileged to have people invite me into their homes. I was babbling on about something and mentioned The Artist’s Way, but my hostess thought I had said the book was called The Art of Sway. We’d been talking about writing & I thought that sounded like a great title & we ought to each write a story with that title & then share them with one another. The stories are all different in form.
In this new & unfamiliar realm, not just of the United States of America, but also the United State of Melissa, I seem to have lost ambition, urgency & judgment. I am so much going with the flow that I really have to work to: apply myself, to focus, to make any plans to go somewhere or do something. I’m like a leaf on the water. Interesting to experience, allowing myself to be moved by the immediate, the now.
The quotes in this photo of my journal, about Grace and Humility, felt very appropriate on the day in the Wild Mountain Yoga Centre (‘wild’ meaning to live in a natural state) that I read cards with these words.
“The beauty of Grace is that you receive blessings for no reason. As above, so below. Practice random acts of Grace. Give to others for no reason. Offer kindness to those who are undeserving. Love those that no one else loves. Practice Grace.”
“The way of the Earth is to empty that which is full, & fill that which is empty. True Humility brings great fortune.”
They seemed to affirm where I was, allowing me to deepen the relationship with myself as I was.
Then in the evening, Jack netflicked a film called Grand Canyon. Another of the LA genre of films that seeks to make sense of our deeply segregated lives by weaving disparate people’s tales together, like threads woven into a fabric. I want to see it again to discern some more of the layers, the threads, in it.
Then I put Pandora on “random”–this is what I used to do on iTunes–put it on random & see what order arose.
The art of sway comes, currently for me, from allowing it all to be. And swinging easily with the tides. I find I can do no other.
Here’s Becky’s expression of The Art of Sway…