You may have seen the link to the Artist's Way int he side bar. I have been doing her book since end last year - 2005. And have started on my second round of the 12 week programme. I must say that this time around I am feeling the experiences that of what's the point of the morning pages and the whole idea is of belly dancing etc and some of the other things I have been doing pretty stupid and childish. I have to remind myself that my artist is a child and so the stuff I do will be child -ish. It suppose to be. Also remind myself to be gentle.
As a result of my first round through the 12 week programme I realised that if my head had become detached from my body I would not really have noticed. So I had looked for a way to honour my body as the temple of my soul. Belly dancning or Oriental dance, the correct term, came to me. It is a way not only to honour my body as seat of my soul, but also as a woman, as co-creator. So the divine within me.
The studio is called the Feminine divine - a link to Tenille's site also in the sidebar - is therefore very apt. God really trying to tell me something.
Yesterday was of course women's day in SA, and had a class but decided that I would skip it.
In the very few weeks of doing the Artist Way - the first time around - I had yearned for having my garden organised. So over the weekend I planted my Palergoniums back into a bed of soil, from the pots they were in and replanted my oragumum into the bed. I now had two pots to plant my 'rank' roses in. I had always wanted to have these in my garden. On my way home from Madrasah in the afternoon I would walk pass these in my neighbourhood. They were beatifull pink ones. I finished replanting them too late to make my class. So it became a decision between my belly dancing and my garden.
I also bought the most beautiful two seater white wrought iron bench - something that I had dreamed about for a while. Decided whether the landing is ready or not, I would like to have it already.
Just before women's day I fethced my bambanani bowls - which I absolutely love. Bambanani means to hold, to support. It is a cirlce of women, holding hands and the skirts make up the bowl. It spoke to me - of the HERS network, the circle of artists, the cirlce of women in all of these.
And of course I had to have the joy of the presence of these bowls in my house on womens day.
