Grounding

Last night, in my Yoga workshop, we ended class with a long guided meditation that walked us through the chakras. Spending time at each one–visioning the color–and being fully focused and aware.

I used to think the chakras were a bit woo woo. A bit not so believable. But then I read Caroline Myss‘s work, and I began to reconsider. I started to believe–in a cerebral sort of way.

Last night I felt a shift. I left the workshop feeling completely different than when I walked in.

And that’s how my life has been going.

Shift after shifts—

deep, deep process that leaves me grasping for words–

and a change of focus with each new day.

Painting is the one thing that grounds me.

It’s the one place that I can gather my bearings and start to settle in.