#265: Four Hundred Thousand Wows

A thought that I had roughly four hundred thousand times last year (the first year of baobao’s visit to Earth) was:

Wow.

And you’d think that I’d be writing this about her existence.

Wow. She’s here. Wow. She exists. Wow. She chose us. Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

As we were quite publicly (and prolifically) open about our intention and desire to bring the spirit that I came to know in altered states of consciousness to Earth.

And I had those feelings. Day in and day out. All the time. Absolute awe.

But the “wow” that I’m writing about – it’s a different one. Because I have no need to wrap my head around my adoration of baobao. But I do yearn to wrap my head around something else.

Last year, roughly four hundred thousand times, I thought, “Wow.”

“Wow. I would be so deeply and completely satisfied right now if I cherished the domestic arts.”

Because, GOODNESS, did I have the platform to explore my creativity in that specific realm. I had so much space to make our home beautiful, our meals nourishing, our baobao beautifully adorned.

In ways that I know can bring absolute, complete, bone-deep creative satisfaction.

Because I know humans who experience this bone-deep creative satisfaction when they’re dancing in the realm of domestic artistry.

Creating a beautiful home – deeply creative.

Creating a beautiful meal – deeply creative.

Creating a beautiful outfit – deeply creative.

And… uninteresting to me.

Because the realm that (to date) sparks my creative fire is the esoteric arts.

The magical and mystical.

Wisdom systems.

Ancient lore.

Fantasy novels.

Ritual, ceremony.

Writing.

Dancing with ideas.

And what’s required for my preferred creative outlets is silence and solitude.

Monk-like conditions, really.

So, earlier today, when a friend expressed surprise that I returned to “work” part-time, knowing how deeply devoted I am to precious Winnie…

I wished that I had an easy way to articulate how the “work” that I do nourishes this oh-so-essential part of me.

But also it’s kinda sorta a sneaky way to get the monk-like conditions I need to fuel up.

But I didn’t. So we talked about something else instead, and now I’m using the blank page to find my words.

Xo,

Your friend who loves awe in all forms

…and also needs a better word than “work” for what I do

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