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Clear evening at sunset. Inspiring quality to the light. I worked with some inspiring art made by students at King's-Edgehill school this afternoon, deciding which work to hang at the school doctor's office in his waiting room in town. Such a large range of work that covered many years of teaching with several different art teachers, it was quite a beautiful pile of work that I sorted. Some of it was going to go to town and some would go to enliven the buildings on campus.
Then I visited the library, my old stomping grounds, and there I found a colleague holding a meeting with a keen group of students. The yearbook committee was planning who would create different pages. It looked like a good group. Several students wandered into the library with that 'deer in the headlight' look in their eyes; it is science fair time of year. A grade eight boy had to write 1,500 words on his research topic of "obsidian". It was due tomorrow. Oh yes, even in grade eight the idea of a deadline is firmly entrenched.
What I am realizing is one real benefit of this commitment of mine, the 365 days of yoga and art, is that I am entrenching my own desire to center my life around yoga and art. Today's morning yoga practice felt so necessary. Sorting art work this afternoon, yes, that felt the same. Necessary. I am like a fish out of water, gasping. I was away from yoga and art too often in the past. Too busy with other things. But now, I'm finally getting to what I need to keep me a happy clam in my clam bank, or a happy fish in the pond. It feels really right.
Find out what makes you a happy clam in your own clam bank. What feels right to you? As right as a fish feeling the pond water moving smoothly across its slippery scales.
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