I secretly think we are all on a quest.
Our curious heart, causing us to pause and examine with great delight the things that capture it. To touch and taste with no thought or measuring stick as to the importance or non-importance of the doing.
It’s a state that creativity hangs out in. Even when creativity feels absent from us we know it’s a guise..it may be hiding…but gone? Never! Playing hide and seek with us, it asks us to become a kid again, full of what ifs and pretends and yearnings. Never to be regulated or pigeonholed, creativity is a rogue, rebel kid always wanting us to play full out.
It’s a part of ourselves that actually feels wonderful to say yes to!
I’ve been contemplating living… a measure less life. Thinking of more pausing and listening to that inner kid who has never owned a measuring stick. Looking at ways of getting to that measureless state of joy that I truly believe is ours…
…which leads me to sharing my newest acquisition with you…a vintage train case, circa 1950’s Samsonite. And just as important, what I chose to place in it!
“Maybe it was the color. Maybe it was the way I imagined it would feel in my grip. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in me… imagining myself all Audrey Hepburn style taking on Rome, Paris and beyond…”
whatever the reason… I knew it had to be mine.
It’s at times like these that I know I am allowing happy in. No justifying why I needed it or how it would be used. (Seriously, who needs a 60+ year old suitcase with someone else’s initials monogrammed on the front “BLG”??)
Except that I am crazy over watercolors…their simplicity and beauty slay me.
Somehow these new ones found me…they look like boxes of eyeshadow. Grouped in wonderful sets like Tropical and Pastel and Classic. I haven’t even tried them out yet…I’m easing into this happy moment slow and easy!
And journals that I can both write and watercolor in. Like ice tea on a hot summer day…delightful and refreshing.
I have several I love, my favorite being the elusive Fabriano handmade journals that one can only find in Italy (if you need a reason to go 😉 ) Another being the Nujabi journal which you can find online. These precious things, of course, need a place that I can carry them all together…which brings us back to the quest, the train case and letting wonderment unfold with no need for measuring.
The dictionary defines a quest as an act of seeking. I have found that in my questing, joy and wonder and awe are present. Not defined answers (which would put an end to the quest) but an unfoldment. More passions, more delights, more things to wonder after.
I kind of like that.
In fact, I am in love with the quest and the measure less life.
Maybe the plan is to not have a plan—but to be purely present and alive and spontaneous.
So maybe I bought more of the new watercolors than I needed. Who’s measuring???
Hope you are curious, hope you feel your creativity playing hide ‘n’ seek with you.
Enjoy the quest.