For the past 9 months I’ve planned and prepped for hosting my first art retreat, The Creative Nomad in Palm Springs. The event itself was held a few days ago and now, I’m back home and unpacked.
Although the retreat certainly didn’t require daily work for that length of time, I can tell you it never left my heart or mind. It was an energy-filled-gestation and birth!
Over those months, the vision board in my home studio was an ever evolving display of imagery. Traveling nomads, wild horses, colorful artwork, circles of women, laughter, photos of the teachers and the venue, and many a depiction of “calling forth”, “open hands” and “abundance” filled my cork board!
When I arrived home after the retreat, one of the first things I did was clear the vision board of everything. I fully intended to fill it the very next day with images of “what’s next”.
Yet, it’s been 5 days and still . . . nothing.
Even though I wake with plans every morning to begin cutting and pinning my next adventure, it just doesn’t happen.
I have finally realized, what I need now is space. Duh. That’s a good thing and an important part of the process I often forget to include. One needs time to absorb, reflect and celebrate after any such important project!
T i m e t o b e.
B r e a t h i n g s p a c e .
R e s t .
A n e m p t y c a l e n d a r .
So, the Bolsa Chica Wetlands, is where I found myself today.
There, in my nearby sacred space, I had nowhere else to be – no schedule to keep.
A h h h h h .
D e e p b r e a t h t a k i n g .
The clearest of blue skies and the warmest pre-Spring breezes were a welcome balm for the soul.
Normally the wetlands is a very quiet place – and it was – but first there was this . . .
Not far down the entrance trail, I was greeted by at least 200 teenage boys from a nearby military academy. They were there training and as I approached, they formed a straight line to my left as their (pretty female) leader shouted commands,
” M a k e w a y . “
” C l e a r t h e p a t h . “
” M a k e s p a c e f o r t h e l a d y ! “
“Thank you,” I whispered to the handsome-young-boys-to-men as I passed with blushing embarrassment.
(Yes. Space is just what I’m here for. Thank you very much!)
I returned from my morning hike feeling quite refreshed. It’s tempting to begin filling the vision board now. Still, I think it’s best to let it remain clear for a spell. Don’t you?
For now, dreams of spending time with family and friends, painting a lot, writing even more, hiking often and doing more yoga sounds divine. A dream board of “what’s next” will surface soon enough!