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She was tired of the noise, tired of the rigidity of her days...
One has to start small, as if to trick the programming of life, similar to performing a 301 redirect. It can materialize as little, incremental changes and moves, allowing the energy of the new to take form, until you've had enough of the old and until there is enough energy to perform the final redirect to the new.
This is how she views life. And only when one looks backward, can one see the magic and all the talents that have been revealing themselves and have been honed by experience.
This is it. We are here. X marks the spot. No longer a dream but a reality. And why bother recounting all the dragons she had to fight to be here. There may still be dragons, but now that she is here...
Table of Contents
SPRING
Chapter 1. The Heart Of The Craft
Drawing Magic From The Mundane
Chapter 2. An Ordinary Day
Drawing Magic From The Mundane
Chapter 3. Work With The Moon, A Whisper
Drawing Magic From The Mundane
Chapter 4. Anatomy of Flow
The Artist’s Private Almanac
Chapter 5. Coming Soon
The Artist’s Private Almanac
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The In Between Hours
It is time to write about the area of her life that she wishes could be skipped. Is she dramatizing? Of course. She has such a dislike for the "In-Between Hours" that it's almost impossible for her to avoid feeling so many things during these hours, daily.
Work With The Moon, A Whisper
Little did she know that the exercise was about trust. Trust in the well within. And naturally, her internal rhythm was carrying her through what is called the Balsamic Moon.
An Ordinary Day
It sounds indulgent to work from bed in her PJs, but this is how she squeezes time, how she steals time, and how she tricks time so that her life moves forward—even if in smaller steps than she imagined.