Sacred limit laying

March just slid under the door—folding its carnavalesque colors, contrasting against a tempest announcing the waning humid face of Southamerican summer. A brief visit, I confess. A reminder of these alternating cycles, both in and out, making sense today.

I have been playing in my Atelier throughout the unfolding of this year. Drawing ductile lines dividing the committed soil of yes from the loving land of no.

For this purpose I find guidance in humility. It kindly whispers through this summertime air of the limits of my own resources— and I reverently bow at the answerable prospect of returning to a generous sustained source that sustains the nurturing of daily multicolored creations, coordinated with this bona fide affair of inviting beauty in.

In between these borders my own volume finds recognition,

my conceivable cadence,

my ever-present underlying principles,

my pursuit,

and the energy for preserving this particular pursuit.

I deliberately carved out a plush, expansive space for wonder, where moments thick with potential may encounter margin to suspend delighted in the air, soft as velvet, enriched with the quiet anticipation of a breath held before a revelation.

My relationship with lines traces back a great time.

Initially, I greyly deemed it anger for the mere sake of self-pride. Peeling back the layers, subtle hues emerged as I met anger gifting body to the substance of the heart, morphing what were once unrefined grudges into a clumsy season of unpolished, barking noes. Uneasiness coupled along those lines, as I modestly met more margins.

I have come to the conclusion that today I lay limits from love, humility and respect.

As usual, it was time together with practice that revealed the relevance of each layer peeled back, and each “no” cushioned, enveloping a more heartful, sheltering “yes”,

easing the contours of this

loving

limit

laying.

As I navigate the delicate, intrinsic art of setting boundaries, I wonder about the landscapes others cultivate—

How have you been laying yours?

What do yours safeguard today?