“I have heard it all my life, A voice calling a name I recognized as my own, Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper. Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency. But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep. There’s no safety in that!”
-Oriah Mountain Dreamer-
As I head into this weekend’s intuitive painting workshop, Painting Into the New Year, I feel the excitement building. Five people gathering to explore the unknowable together, wood stove going. As I prepare selected poems and inspirations, I’m struck again by how little I “know” about what’s going to show up this weekend but also–how interested, how plugged in my heart is. I LOVE THIS. It feels risky. It feels new. We gather. We listen. We paint. We listen in particular for the voice calling out our name. We wake up. Who knows what will happen! What experiences help you listen to the call?