Kay’s note, 3/20/18: A family member was in a serious car accident yesterday. Only minor injuries, blessedly, but I’m on standby for emotional and logistical support. This week’s blog is a Throwback Tuesday to March 21, 2016. I’ll be back next week!
The scene: Midway through A Year at Crown Hill, a series that started as a meditation on my walks at Crown Hill (an environmental park and wildlife refuge across the street from my house), and ended up also being about my interior landscapes. The format was: An essay about whatever landscape I was inhabiting, a photo, a haiku.
Week 28. I’ve been saying this for very many weeks, but it suddenly feels true: I am (finally) experiencing breakthrough!
I have started to unwind from an unholy pile-up of deadline-driven work. Make no mistake: I’ve loved it all (well, all except for the Social Security saga)–the week-long intensives, the travel, the teaching, even the book-writing. But positive stress is still stress. As my dear mentor Peggy Heller says, it’s been too much muchness.
Along the way I have let some plates drop. I feel responsible and guilty but I am trying to be gentle with myself and trust the kindness of friends, students, and colleagues who have been on the other side of my missed deadlines.
Spring is returning to Denver and my garden is greener and taller every day. Tiny leaves on the miniature roses promise blooms in June; buds on the Korean lilac promise fragrance in May; tulip shoots promise color in April; in March, the sweet crocus are thriving.
My deadline pressure is now Journal Conference 2016, which, at this stage, is welcoming the time I have to focus on it, now that all the other juggled plates have been safely retrieved and stacked in the “done” column. And in late May, after the conference is adjourned, I will have (dare I say this?) a simple, uncluttered summer. Ahhh!
Sun breaks through clouds
I break through deadline pile-up
Sunrise over Crown Hill Lake
The update: The mania continued through the ramp-up to Journal Conference 2016, which was, I think for everyone there, an Experience. Then I came home in late May 2016 and had a year-long recovery period from creating a ten-book series followed by an international conference. During that year I started pottery, created a teensy little dedicated journal writing space–a closet of her own!–, cut back to about 30-35 hours a week (which felt like semi-retirement) and took up my moldering novel again. In July 2017 I started an intensive year-long coaching program, and my primary work focus for the last eight months has been a deep immersion into improving Journalverse and creating a very cool online journal therapy curriculum available as a continuing education course for therapists, which we are just launching now.
Your thoughts? What were you doing two years ago in March? How did that connect to Now?