Many times I recall hearing my mother suggest this–“just follow your nose.” Many times. Over the years, the meaning of that advice has changed. I think initially — way back when — I interpreted it to mean “do what you want to do.” Back then being when I was maybe 8 or 9 and it seemed that every THING in life was about me. Ha. But slowly, her statement began taking on a different meaning. And over the years it has morphed into the understanding of the need to listen. To listen to–and honor– my inner voice. I’ve grown to really trust it. It’s a strong beacon. A compass rose. But it can be very soft spoken and for a long time it seemed to conflict with the other recurring parental observation which was “oh, it’s just your imagination.” Well, yeah. And so? But back to “follow your nose.”
Good advice. Now that I really know what it means. To “listen.” To notice the recurring themes, the feelings in the heart. To listen long and hard, and then when necessary, act from the heart. For awhile now one particular subject has been arising–it’s one I frequently remove from the “shelf,” consider it from all sides, feel the result of making different types of choices, then put it back again. I’m cringing at advice I’ve so blithely extended to others–“Just do what’s in your heart.” As if it were that simple. So there I am. Or rather here I am, and this is what poured forth over the past few days. “Following Nose” (and for those who have asked, all photos can be enlarged by left clicking on the image.)
An Unexpected but instructive cloth. A process that continues to amaze me. Dreams have been informing my consciousness as well, more than usual–dreams of soaring, riding an up-draft so powerful it almost takes my breath. Here, the morning after such a dream: So for now I’m watching and holding, breathing deep into my heart. Asking for right action to follow insight. Asking to move from my heart rather than my head.
Now, there’s something else. Yesterday I detoured to a yard sale that seemed to be calling me. On a table I noticed a bag of weird colored linen and when I finally got the woman’s attention–after her man kept yelling out “price check on aisle 4,” I found out that it was MORE than linen and she wanted $5 for it. It’s about 24 x 27 and it’s a needle point rendering she had stitched of the Cherokee syllabary. And it came with a bag of beautiful TINY beads and three completed beaded strands that are to encircle the needlepoint. For $5 I felt I had to get it. Have already torn off all the excess linen for something else and now this is what’s left:
I have no idea what to do with this. So if anyone reading this blog feels a strong need to re-purpose this work, comment on my blog. If there is more than one interested viewer, I’ll put names in a hat and draw one out in a week or so.