Muzu Creative

Those who know me, know I love to travel. Those who really know me…know I love planning the trip! Ah yes, the sweet, sweet, comfort of a check list. God, how I love something to tick. Give me a check box and a red pen and I’m in heaven! Planning a trip is exciting at best. You are going away, leaving behind routine, familiarity and the daily grind. What will you find when you get there? How will each day unfold, who will you meet, what stories will you tell on your return? Will you have frost bite, a suntan, sore feet or a blown-out credit card? The unknown is exciting, sometimes a little dauting, but always fluid and unpredictable. But for me, one of the best bits is the planning…the preparation. I’m not talking about organising every moment of the trip, far from it. I love stepping out each day afresh, embarking on Christopher Columbus style exploration! What I’m referring to is the little things, that in my Virgo mind, make the lead up to the big event so enjoyable.

We are low releasing to the mat, surrendering, waiting to begin. Instinct, intuition and a wealth of knowledge, she observes the physical before her. Today’s plan abandoned, new plan…she sees and knows what is called for, Instruction given incrementally, outer pad of big toe, inner wrist, skin and breath. 200 hours? Try 200 hundred thousand and more, living, giving, being yoga. With wisdom and a life dedicated to the practice, she shares her expertise, Resistance, fear and self-judgement, we falter. We harden, unyielding, rigid. We are not there to be pampered, nor ignored, she is discerning, watchful, ever present. The impossible is possible, securely guided, supported, we grow stronger and softer, Each day we are shown the path forward, although not always do we journey. Sometimes we wander, distracted and disillusioned, however we suffer no judgement. Her presence is steadfast, respected, gratefully accepted. Back to the mat, forever chan

Today I decided to crack open my art box. I’ve always loved to draw; however, I have never devoted much time to it. Why? Mainly because of the voices. You guessed it; we are following on from the theme of last week’s blog. Ego mind. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Art. I enjoy all forms of art, painting, drawing, sculpture, printing, decoupage, even furniture restoring! I have tried my hand at most of it. There is something etched inside me that yearns to create. I dream of tapestry and weaving (tried that), fabric landscapes, tile mosaics (tried that too) and mountains of paper iced with inks and liquid foils. (Inked it, drew it, painted them) However, whilst I have dabbled in most forms of art, I have rarely completed any project I have started! I have collected every manner of medium; pastels, pencils, acrylics, miles of fabric, wool, canvases and literally every type of paper! These lay stacked and stashed waiting for my attention. (A bit like my journals…

I am a student yet. Still. Yoga is my teacher. I feel that I am getting it. I have achieved and I am good. Then Yoga shows me my ego. Bam! I am shown the truth. I struggle, this is hard. Really really, hard. I am uncomfortable. Challenged. I don’t like it. It doesn’t feel good. Yoga sees and knows, EVERYTHING. I can be humble and just be with where I am until I am able to move on, or I can berate myself, feel lacking in some way, angry with myself for some sort of failure. What to do? Which will I choose? I react in a very familiar way, I feel it coming…the tantrum. On the outside I am composed, on the inside, full scale dummy-spit…spade and bucket thrown…I storm from the sandpit. I’m not playing anymore! Sound familiar? We don’t like to be uncomfortable. We like smooth sailing, calm seas, a bridge over troubled waters and why not, it’s nice. Right? There are plenty who would argue that life is meant to be easy and we do not need to struggle and to