•Peace Sounds like Power Tools•

October 24, 2022 | Waning Crescent Moon

My peace smells like apples, gardenia, frankincense, & Copal.

My peace looks like being barefoot in the grass, cuddling my cats, gathering in Sacred Circle, and having deep philosophical conversations.

My peace sounds like power tools, a paintbrush swishing and swirling in a dirty jar, the rattling of a spray can.

Birth, rebirth, transformation, creation…

There's something spiritual in the act of creating, isn't there? It's like we're seeking answers, trying to find a peaceful home within ourselves. For me, that peace sounds like power tools humming, a paintbrush swishing and swirling in a dirty jar, and the rattling of a spray can. I find my zen in the alchemy of transforming everyday objects into something magical. And lately, as the autumn days grow shorter and my worries grow longer, I've been turning to my projects more and more. It's a relief to step away from the screen and the anxieties that come with it and lose myself in the act of creation.

I spent 48 hours lost in a creative rabbit hole, and not once did I feel as though I was wasting my time. In fact, it was the complete opposite. It was here in this moment that all of the pieces fell into place, and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be. Working with my hands. Taking the countless woven possibilities of transforming an everyday object, tool, or furniture into something magical. Whatever alchemy is unfurling when I am working on a project… is my meditation. My zen. 

As I step away from the constant rush of work tasks and projects, I find myself in a state of conflicted emotions. On one hand, I am happy to finally take a break and give myself a chance to relax. On the other hand, I can't help but feel guilty for doing so, as if I am somehow failing by not being glued to my computer. Despite this inner turmoil, I can't shake the feeling that there are bigger answers waiting for me beyond the realm of work and productivity. Perhaps this is where I will find the peace I have been searching for. It is in this realm of spiritual exploration and self-discovery that I hope to create something beautiful and profound, to experience a rebirth and transformation that goes beyond the surface level of work and productivity.

Scrapbook images of Madame Creatrix sculpting mushrooms, painting chairs, ontop of nwespaper scraps, journal clipping, and a dried sprig of sage.
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