Finding them is a balance—a push-pull.
The passion—exhilaration-- comes from exploring: travel, having new eyes--doing things out of my comfort zone. It can be a geographic exploration or exploring new geography in my studio…in my mind. And I know I am on the right path when I feel that not so gentle tug of anxiety that is often along for the ride.
At times, I have been self conscious of feeling my anxiety when leaving my comfort zone—and I realize it is a healthy partner into newness. Sometimes the anxiety is about fear and sometimes it’s simply adrenaline. No judgments, it just is.
And when I’ve pushed myself for some time on the side of passion, I need pause--the peace of the familiar—my deeply rooted rituals and quiet moments are essential. Putting a fire in and curling up with a sketchbook. Going for a walk with my pups. Ha—the nesting and cleaning of my house really settles me.
That cycle of growth and retreat reminds me of what I witnessed when my kids were growing. The surge in new abilities—walking—talking…always in lock-step with minor regressions. The brain instinctively making room for all the “new” by falling back on the safety of before--old ways.
It feels so good to be In Route and In Root. My yin and yang of Passion and Peace. I hope to always push myself beyond the anxiety into the unseen. And I am grateful for all that grounds me as I do. Wishing you passion and peace. Namaste.