a spark

Being part of the helping profession is of great reward. Not always. But at times, you can come across little sparks which give you goose pumps. You know, when you are in that special moment, that something very unique has just happened in front of your eyes, with the help of your guidance or presence. This can be simple, tiny, almost insignificant. And yet, the person in front you touches a crucial part of their own soul at that instant. They’ve become their own friend or self lover again. Their understanding of their inner self has become larger. or clearer. And the river starts flowing again…

I had two sparkly moments this week, in two different occasions, and felt humbled and grateful, re-enforcing why I do what I do.

 

 

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Such a gift!

Happy week end

Flora’s Bloom True finished a while ago… and I loved it…what an interesting learning curve (mainly about my inner processes) it was…

Now what… (and I am not talking about work here!)

Well…  I just signed for my next online class with Carla Sonheim and I am quite excited! I love her quirkiness and funky style, so unique and fun!

I would like to share more… some clinical success… happy stories or simple joy… but it’s Friday night and I hear my bed calling!

Voilà…

Have a good week end everyone!

 

A process

The creative process is such an interesting one, certainly not a linear one…
Layers after layers, things keep appearing…

And disappearing.

With finally a sense of direction (after so many despairing moments). I sort of knew where it was going, without knowing at all!

As I’m trying to describe this process for this post, I find it difficult to put in sentence a five-week exercise of acrylic painting. Words aren’t the best option to describe the emotions in relation to creative expression.

Certainly my soul understood!

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Processing

Hello there, it’s been a while!! How are you all? How are the seasons where you are? Can you smell a change in the air? Have you seen the magnolia blossoming yet? I so miss them…

I miss reflecting at loud on my keyboard too!! I have clearly neglected my blog… but life gets in the way!

and art;

and moods as well…

I am realising about my loneliness. It’s been more than six months now that I have started my job in Darwin. Settled as we are. Things are rolling. Shouldn’t they?

I suppose it’s when things settle that feelings start coming back to a surface… stirring the so-called settled happy self!!!

well..this is where I am right now. and I am trying to stay quiet about it, to see what will emerge. Listen carefully, I say to my inner self… I hear whispering…

Don’t get me wrong. I love being alone. This, to me, is the dream. Not having to worry about anyone…in the studio or in my thoughts. But when the time comes, it’s good to feel close again.

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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
―    Anaïs Nin

Tracks

This week, on my way to work, I was listening to Fran Kelly on her breakfast show from ABC radio national, Australia. She was interviewing Robyn Davidson. I often have a half awake ear in the morning but the few words got my attention….

….Robyn Davidson was telling about how the desert changed her, her consciousnesses… and her life, forever.

This is a true story. Robyn Davidson, aged at that time 27, walked from Alice Springs, across the desert, on a 1700 mile journey to the Indian Ocean, Western Australia. She later wrote her story..

A movie beautifully made with a fascinating, heartening and inspiring (true) story, and amazing photography. It certainly moved me deeply (and I wish I could go back to the desert soon). 

A story worth listening…