I enjoyed Toastmasters again last night, especially since we had a party afterward. We have decided to augment our learning, work, and sharing with socializing outside our Toastmasters' room. We extended the fun.
Perhaps it was especially touching because we share intimacy in the speeches and then go home. Sometimes I can't sleep with the processing of it all, but last night was an expansion of the intimacy, an opportunity for more touch, more sharing of words and physical closeness. The weather cooperated with a warm night, perfect for eating ice cream.
A friend shared with me that her word for this time in her life is Transformation. Sometimes we are the caterpillar; sometimes, we are cocooned, and sometimes we fly. My goal in this moment is to be all three at one time, the curious caterpillar, the quiet cocoon, and the butterfly sampling an array of flowers in spring.
The following comes from Henri Matisse and his book Jazz. May your freedom be safeguarded as you cultivate and welcome change.
Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us. Think that all of those who have succeeded, when they remember the difficulties of their beginnings, cry with conviction: "Those were the good days." Because for most people: success = prison, and an artist should never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be: prisoner of himself, prisoner of a style, prisoner of a reputation, prisoner of success, etc. Did not the Goncourts write that artists of the great age of Japanese art changed names many times during their careers? I like that: they wanted to safeguard their freedom.