Holding the Scrabble Pieces

This moring the house was empty and I started the morning with a little art meditation. Collaging is one of my favorite forms of prayer. Picking images and colors and putting them together to see what unfolds.

I have some huge pieces of butcher paper I've been dying to use. Something about the large size communicates that there is plenty of room to work here. I created a big prayer collage. The focal point of it is two hands holding a bunch of scrabble pieces.

My intention going into the morning was to begin to uncover what is rumbling under the surface. I'm at a career crossroads. I have a good contract in place for the spring, but it's time to explore what's next, where I am I being called. In October after quitting a very short ived job that was a bad match, I visitied with my old boss. One of the beuaties of working with someone for a number of years is that they can really provide amazing feedback. Without hesitation, she said you've got to be doing something one on one with people. She rattled off what she perceived to be my skills and gifts. I was a bit surprised how on target her reflections felt.

As I sat in quiet with the collage, I thought that's me ...sitting with people as they hold their scrabble pieces. Sometimes the pieces spell an obvious word, other times they make no sense at all, some people just can't hold the pieces, some pieces are bruised and tarnished. I'm called to be present, to sit wtih, to live along side. Hmmm.

The other image that really jumped out was a girl jumping into Barton Springs. It's now...not later, quit the I can't ...I'm not good enough....just get on with it. Hmmm.

It was a good morning, lots to sit with. I am so thankful to have found ways to sccess my soul.

I'm now sitting at Motzart's coffee shop having a great cup of coffee and thinking life is good.