Breath of Life is Love.
Ordo Ab Chao.
“Mom, pluhleeeeeeeez can we paint?!?!?” for the third time, this one laced with raw commitment and full-intent to play.
As I look around at the chaos of a half-cleaned, quarter packed Master Bathroom, and well — let’s just say the whole house looked this way — I am wondering when order will reign in my home again.
We are preparing to move and in the mid-stages of packing. We’ve still got a month or so to go, now choosing which items can nestle into their traveling stations and which will remain close at hand to enjoy the last remaining light of our current home.
Gabriel is long done with the excitement of packing. The cleaning even less. His heart is already out the door, no care or concept for what it takes to move states with ease and grace.
Hence, this invitation to play.
As we meet eye to eye, I am jolted out of logic and planning into NOW. I see the Light within inviting me to swim in the color of the moment and play with the perfection of connection and co-operative chaos.
I surrender. He ecstatically heads to the paint box — no need to linger further or mince words. We are painting - now.
Again, being half-packed I start to wonder where the blank canvas’ are? Somewhere in the chaos to be sure - either slumbering with dust bunnies or stacked in ‘The Hopefuls’ pack of projects that missed their projected start times.
My eye spies a canvas, one tucked in the corner of the closet. As I remember, it was the third one started in a single day, and suffered from the ‘creativity crash’ of being toooooo long at play. Its one redeeming value is we managed to paint every inch of it. No white space — just colored chaos.
This is our perfect canvas. We will resurrect what might have died a lonely death AND we have to look no farther. We have everything we need — a canvas, paint, passion, partnership and freedom.
After watching the movie “My kid could paint that”, my mind was opened as I watched Marla Olmstead, child-prodigy and center of controversy, splotch, connect, pull and pool paint. She created with wild abandon and was clearly immersed in bliss. Her parents did not have little cups, ordered by color, and stressing out about a red-tipped brush being dipped into the green cup. (disclaimer: I have been that parent)
Rather, Marla Olmstead was given freedom to be her authentic self and, as a result, produces imaginatively engaging art that delivers order out of chaos.
We have adopted this art style, and what has emerged is an experience beyond words. I will attempt this anyways:
There is no wrong, only Rite. The Rites of Change, Ease, Freedom and Grace. We breathe in possibility and revel in Loves Fierce Light. We laugh and wonder what is next, what ‘that’ is and together remember what it feels like to bring Order out of Chaos.
So for now, even if my house exists in the void between these two spaces, my heart is grateful and at peace for having surrendered to the invitation to play.
I breathe freely and know Love. It has called me Home.
Thank you, Gabriel. Thank you, Marla. Thank you, Love.
This is my second contribution to the Art Every Day Month challenge. You can jump on board or find out more about this heART-full event here: