Category: Creative Mojo

My son, Max, made this picture of a tree last year in second grade. I have it hanging in the bedroom and I’m inspired by it every day.

One morning this past week I skipped my morning meditation and started playing and experimenting in my art journal. I started with some humps, really paying attention to the juxtaposition of colors.

The humps weren’t enough, but it was time to get Max up for school, so I left them sitting there. When Max and I made our way back downstairs I said to him “I think they need thorns, like cactus … or leaves, like your tree.”

He consulted with me for a bit about how he used the paint brush to make his leaves and I played around with that.

And then Max and I played Terraria together before it was time to head out to the bus stop. I’m so thankful in so many ways that I get to be a mom!

In my Ally Oop workshop yesterday and the day before, we were reflecting upon the ordinary things in our lives that we care about. For me, on this particular day, this was: my pillow, my son’s bug collection, my yoga mat, my bike and a candle that had been given to me by a friend, lit with the fire of Bridget of Kildare.

Take my yoga mat – I bought it cheap and it’s a tad too small for me (I’m tall). It’s got some scratches where the cat was participating. But it carries huge significance to me because of the yoga practice I am committed to and what it does for me. And my bike. Again, not fancy. But those two wheels are capable of bringing me on local adventure and freedom. And it reminds me of my childhood.

I don’t take these things for granted, but I notice there are other things I do take for granted. Like me, for instance. I’m a human like the 8 billion others walking this planet. I expend great effort to try to be special and have accomplishments so that I’m not ‘ordinary.’

But ordinary is not meaningless.

Is it possible to live an ordinary and mojo-filled life? Absolutely. Can you have an ordinary life and be interesting? Absolutely. Can you live in an ordinary life and experience magic? Totally. And I would argue that that’s where all the gold is!

While this may seem like a cakewalk compared to the effort it takes to outperform others, it’s not fluff. It’s really hard. Being ordinary doesn’t mean being complacent or lacking meaningfulness. Being truly ordinary means accepting what is here now, with all of its imperfections and rocking it.

Last week, we ended the first Ally Oop week with a ‘play’ day in our journals. The playful challenge for the day was to doodle.

I love doodles not only for the very practical reasons (they help your brain work: recall, creative idea generation, and cognitive understanding), but because it’s an act of spontaneous experiment every time you put your pen on the paper! It is a pure act of improvising in a lightweight and risk-free way. And no one expects that it needs to be perfect. Ahhhhhhhh, the pleasure of strengthening your creative skillset!

In my art journal yesterday, I contemplated qualities about myself that I normally get down on myself about, but which end up giving me great gifts. The contemplation is day two of my Ally Oop class that is going on right now.

I intended it to be a quick and light exercise, but my boldness created curiosities I couldn’t cut short.

I am emotionally drawn to the juxtaposition of wildly saturated warm and cool colors next to each other in contexts where you wouldn’t expect to see – like the human face. Add to that, I’m emotionally drawn to imperfect portraiture. I can’t explain it; I find it irresistible.

Fitting, then, to take these quirky qualities and explore them wholeheartedly on a day when I’m pondering my own quirky or seemingly unreasonable qualities.

When I finished, I had no choice but to admit to myself how much I adore the quirkiness of the art I had made.  There is a certain acceptance that goes on when acknowledging and accepting some uniquely variant quality. The acceptance remedies fear of what other people think.

 

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I used acrylic paint, black and gold oil-based marker and some ‘found’ stencils from around the house to create pattern. My journaling contemplation is written on the other side of the gift tag.