A friend and I are reading the book, “The Artist’s Rule” by Christine Valters Paintner. It’s subtitle is, “nurturing your creative soul with monastic wisdom” and I am loving it. Its words and exercises are speaking to the deepest parts of me. This poem is the results of a recent writing exercise from the book. Every time I read this, it reminds me who I am.
Today, I am going to start living like an artist,
with wide-eyed wonder
at all that is.
Tasting the wind
head thrown back, laughing
arms open, gathering every moment.
I will dance my heart
and anoint my canvas with joyful messes,
astonished by my accidental creation.
I will hold out my soul as an offering.
Today, I am going to start living like a monk.
Each breath inhaling Spirit cell deep –
Flowing, infusing, illuminating.
I will don sacred spectacles
and see the holiness in all.
I will find rest and peace in order and space.
I will honor what was
delight in what is
And remain open to what is to come.
Perhaps I may even wear a robe.