A friend invited me to a 2016 personal visioning gathering held last weekend. She promised snacks and wine. Also art supplies to give the vision form — an opportunity not directly in my skill set, but playfully appealing nonetheless.
A deep cold surged in the night before, and as I often do on those penetrating frosty eves, I settled into the narrow stretch between the wall and the wood stove. Ruby, my wonderfully plump companion cat stretched along side me; together, we soaked up the warmth.
That toasty wood stove nook lends itself to pondering, dreaming, meditation, questions and answers I hypothesize that over the winter weeks it’s become invigorated with creative expectation.
Do you have a go-to space you’ve super-charged with wonder? For insights?
Simply thinking of the visioning gathering initiated an easy flow of goals, projects, and initiatives for the coming months. I jotted down the list in a small notebook I’ve taken to bringing with me when entering the wood stove realm. At the top of the page I wrote the heading “Carry the Vibration of Love”, and I re-considered my list in that light.
Love can be an amorphous ideal. A word often exalted and deprived of its everyday application. To love is a gift. A vocation, a commitment that expands and grows, taking many forms, filling a new year’s list. . . . challenging, healing, enlivening . . . perhaps endlessly day after day.
At the 2016 visioning gathering I picked up a magazine from a stack designated for collage making. It was a random home and garden publication. I flipped through the pages. “Love”. “Love.” “Love.” “Love.” Caught my eye. Again and again and again. I smiled and reached for the scissors.