Moodling in the circles of life….

This weekend, after two years ‘away’, my tools, personal treasures and creative bits and bobs circle their way back to land in my ‘happy bubble’ home.

I have promised to gift myself time to sift, sort and feel my way with each piece. The old loo at the end of my little hallway is not used and makes a grand storehouse. On deciding what to keep and what to let go of, maybe some new creative sparks will emerge, maybe they won’t. It is what it is in this moment.

There is an ease of acceptance that there is no workshop space to create in, yet there is floor space here that I can use. I am weaving with the wisdom that to let go of old hopes, dreams, ideas and accumulated stuff will create some much needed space for the new to say ‘Hello, what about trying this?’

In the sifting and sorting there may well be sparks of joy from new creativity and hopeful possibilities. That’s the kind of joy that burns away pain, letting the past settle and sending a message into the future on what might be.

Whether you are moodling, creating, working, living, coping, whatever you are doing have fun somewhere in it…….

We all need some fun in our lives, the sunshine in our souls that laughter brings…that spontaneous explosion of mirth as someone touches a funny bone….

It rejuvenates us, puts a spring back in our step and tops up energy.

So……

If all around you is looking a bit murky and dark
When you crave a giggle or a bit of a lark
Then remember what you used to do for fun…
What sparks the laughter bubbles in your soul
And create the space for it to happen as onwards you stroll….

Last thought; IMOM your one liner yesterday was hilarious and is still causing chuckles at this end – the best kind of misinterpretation x

The art of Moodling; imagination needs moodling – long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and pottering – Brenda Ueland

I woke up with the word ‘moodling’ in my head this morning and found that it was coined by Brenda Ueland back in the 1930s (bless Google).

All the time we are driven to achieve something in our daily round, to produce a tangible object for the time we are investing, even if our creation is a healthier bank balance at the end of the month. We trade our time for money when we perform tasks for others under the employment banner or we fly without a parachute when we are self employed but in all this activity we look for quantifiable ways to demonstrate what we have achieved.

Lately I have been doing some ‘moodling’ of my own without realising exactly what I was doing. I have discovered that the sky does not fall in if you stop for a little while to try, experiment, create and explore, or ‘splore’ as one of my little ones would say.

My moodling has led me to discover that my idea of making rag dolls from toddlers clothes is not going to fly. I watched a friend of mine sorting through her toddler’s outgrown clothes and as they were of no use to anyone she was getting them ready for the charity bin. Her face softened as she fingered the clothes and spoke about the memories that floated to the surface. That’s when I had the idea of the rag dolls as they would give her a heartfelt snapshot of a moment in time that she could keep. Lovey idea, but not something I have been able to bring into reality with any degree of success. My attempt at a rag doll was taken by Em (trying hard to keep a straight face) and turned into a hand puppet that she teased me with, at some length, peeping out from behind various household objects. Undaunted, I kept moodling through and this has taken my imagination along a different line and I have nearly completed a bag with the clothes and this time it is coming together and has a good feel about it.

Time spent moodling is not time wasted.

As a final note though if Worcester choses to moodle in the hen house once more I will be very creative in how I handle him!! Not a day goes by without this dear dog of ours being in trouble, it is just the depth that varies…..