Just Wild Over This Year: Open Letter to 2015

letter-stackAs you read this, perhaps you might think about your own letter to 2015 that you want to craft.  Perhaps your “letter” is in the form of a simple resolution.  Maybe it is a theme or name you want to give it that encapsulates all of the lessons, adventures, or living that you have gained from 2015.

time spaceWhatever and however you are wishing to mark the transition, do it in a way that allows you to nurture or plant the seed for that wild, untamed creative space that you’ve been wanting to come out.  Sometimes, it is as simple as starting with a list of your intentions.
Good luck to creating and remaining open to the wild inspiration, adventures and musings that await you in the New Year!

Open Letter to 2015:

I started with you as I do every year as a hopeful child
now I leave you some parts disillusioned,
surprised,
and yet still hopeful

Your hours and days included many relationships
unfinished,
unexamined,
and some worth revisiting

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All not quite what they seemed

MagicThere were the adventures you gave me that were not planned or expected
and, let’s face it,
there were adventures that happened that I did not sign up for,
the ones that I wanted to forget but they will provide a good story or two in old age

2015
You whose name was “Things are things” and in many ways you defied all categories
encouraging and daring me to be a wilder,
thornier,
livelier version of myself

You pushed me into taking chances
and you didn’t just thrust me out of my comfort zone,
you openly challenged me to live within all of the places that were uncomfortable

While I  am happy to see you go
ome parts of me will miss some of your surprises

As you leave,
I will now be whispering to myself,
What of you do I want to keep?
What parts of you am I happy to see go?

Perhaps these and other questions
can remain in the web of the rhetorical as I look forward to 2016

Reminding myself that it was you, 2015, who gave me permission to spin a web of intentions with everything,
every person met,
every place seen,
and every experience had within your 12-month womb

In many ways,
you prepared me for many endings and beginnings
reminding me of the gift of being open
reminding me of the many ways to gracefully break the rules
crash the mold
forever daring me to set fire to the idea of what is

As I approach your end and begin again
you remind me to remember all of the ways of being creative
showed me the topography of my wild
while reminding me to keep a book of matches,
an eraser,
an open mind,
and an open heart to the unknown that awaits in the new year

After all
you and I once started in a place where you were new
and unknown to me

© Shanta Lee

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I Am Not A Scrooge, I Am An Artist by Eila Carrico

“This season offers a unique opportunity for me to get in touch with deep inner peace. Especially noticing the state of the world around me at this critical moment in time, it is my responsibility to take care of the myriad of emotions moving through me in response.”

indexWritten by our full moon contributor Eila Carrico.

Winter arrived today in Berkeley. I’m wearing a scarf and slippers in my office, and my fingers are still purple. The sun sets before dinner, I can see my breath, and the stars shine brighter in the crisp night sky. Winter, like an old woman with long silver hair, invites me to my inner hearth and asks me to slow down, to listen, and to rest.

These imperatives can be challenging given the hustle bustle of the season around me. The majority of society frenetically runs the opposite direction with parties, shopping and flights across the globe. But as an artist I need to make space for myself–especially this time of year. I’ve had to explain myself to family, friends and co-workers multiple times. Please don’t take it personally if you don’t see me at any of the holiday parties this year (or ever). I am really not a Scrooge, I am simply an artist.

This season offers a unique opportunity for me to get in touch with deep inner peace. Especially noticing the state of the world around me at this critical moment in time, it is my responsibility to take care of the myriad of emotions moving through me in response. This is the time of year that restores me and provides me the inner reserves to go back out into the world come the new year. This section of black on the canvas of my soul makes the reds, yellows and blues all the brighter when their times come.

This need to do less this time of year is partly why I am not creating anything right now. I am not writing, not painting and not weaving. I am waiting. I am listening. I am exhaling and emptying. I am allowing myself this sacred silence, this pause, this moment of stillness. And I am celebrating it, silently, outside, with the stars.

More About Eila:

Eila Carrico is a weaver and wordsmith who delights in the mystery and magic of landscapes and memory. She grew up in rural central Florida, and was inspired by her studies in journalism, anthropology and religion to travel around the world and teach in Paris, Ghana, Thailand and India before settling in the Bay Area in 2008.  Check out more of her work at:   http://www.eilacarrico.com.  The italicized quotes within this piece are from Eila’s upcoming book, The Other Side of the River debuting in 2016.

Wildly Creative Wisdom: We Do What We Are Doing

Sometimes wild creativity and living is just continuing to be your path.  This quote was inspired by a conversation between WildlyCreative.World co-founder Shanta Lee and a woman while standing in line at a store.    After asking, “How do you do it all?”  there was so much wisdom within the simple answer provided during this chance encounter.

Just being or continuing to be the path does not always feel radical or rebellious…but does it have to be?  Sometimes, wild living and inspiration exists as we live and do in our everyday.

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