Whether it be hula hooping, contact juggling, or "just" juggling, this moon cycle I set aside daily time for some form of movement(Flow) art.
The goal was intentional daily practice, and noticing what it brings to my experience.
My creativity has never been fueled by the idea of carrying one artistic discipline from novice to master. I am an impulsive individual. Self-discipline does not come easily to me.
I draw, I sew, I carve, I mold, I paint, I repurpose, I write, I dance, I sing. I learn how to do new things in order to make what wants to come, and I don't make when I don't feel like it.
When one medium feels temporarily depleted, another one inevitably arises that feels unbearably full. While I drain one creative impulse, the others wells of creative impetus rise.
I’ve gone years without even considering certain mediums. I haven’t sat down to a canvas in over a year and a half. I will go months without drawing a circle meditation, or writing a poem.
Like a tapestry on a loom, I weave a wide body of work, inching forward by first moving across a range of different threads.
Each thread somehow supports the others, and I can circle back to any section when I'm ready.
Daily return to one practice was hard for me and I failed a lot.
I fell off the wagon for the whole week leading up to the full moon, and the idea of hopping back on when I wasn't in the mood fell parallel with a deeper lesson that I’m in the process of learning...
Emotional Discipline through the practice of Emotional Toleration.
My emotional rhythms also follow tides.
When something in me rises up, I desire to indulge it.
I dive deeply into my feelings because I like to. I believe developing a greater awareness of what moves me, for better or worse, helps me to continually grow and adjust.
It is sometimes a powerfully beautiful, and sometimes a violently excessive compulsion.
At times, I can command it, and body surf all the way to a new shore of discovery. Other times, I lose my edge and I am roiled by the depths of the waves.
If I want to continue to seek out the surfs of growth,
on the one side I must learn to tolerate high levels of feeling,
and on the other I must not act impulsive about them.
Learning how to feel and not act is something I am still working on.
To engage in a neutral daily practice despite what I feel became a mirror image of this.
The undercurrent of each reflection returns to toleration of how I feel and discipline in how I act.
It rounds out this lesson, showing me where the balance lies; where the fulcrum of the spirit may position itself on the surf board.
If I truly want to paddle out into the feeling experience of my body, I must also seek to command the impulse of my mind to immediately respond, so that I may ride the current through.
I hadn't hooped on a daily basis like this since college. It was fun to return to this part of the tapestry, drawing new connections to what hooping means to me at this stage in my life. On the last day of the cycle, I made a silly little video to create a snapshot of this space and time for myself.