I found myself remembering the visceral pleasure of using my entire physical self to create a work of art.

The next moment my thoughts turned to how I seem to be using the exact same refinement tuning skills to adjust the timbre of a simple “Good morning” to a stranger passing by;

The first “Good morning” of my early roll downtown had shades of murky, not-quite-awake-and-present vocalization.

I noticed and raised my vibe a bit and said my next greeting with more clarity, connectivity, presence and purpose.

As each person strolled by me I experimented with allowing more authenticity without pretense.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

But it was not work.

I was inside the same kind of tuning I used to do as an artist-in-form.

Except it seemed so small.. no THING resulted from this work I thought.

A few minutes later I gave up the stealthy shame shadowing my chair

And realized smallness had no place in this piece of art I created this morning.

Who I am had a decided effect..a changing effect on myself and those I interacted with so briefly.

It was like making a mark in a painting and realizing what kind of mark to make next to enhance the first,

Or perhaps change the color;

Maybe remove it all together.

It was…I was surely enough.


5 Responses to “Enough”

  1. Nina on August 3rd, 2015

    Wow …. I am moved. Once again , your courage, strength , beauty….beyond!
    Sending love

  2. Nina on August 3rd, 2015

    atWow …. I am moved. Once again , your courage, strength , beauty….beyond!
    Sending love

  3. Paul on August 3rd, 2015

    A beautiful piece, so tender and observant. A conscious life is art in itself.

  4. Rita Kindl Myers on August 3rd, 2015

    I love this post. It brings to life thoughtfulness, art & living. It awakened every fiber of my being.

  5. Pam on August 4th, 2015

    Thank you Cathy.

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