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March 2023
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There's No Need to Be Perfect
As some of you know, I have ADHD. I am clumsy, moody, easily overwhelmed, resistant to instruction, and short on frustration tolerance.
I have a few strengths as well.
But I have no interest in doing the work to make ocean waves that are so precise they practically splash out of the painting like my perfectionistic mother did, mainly because I lack the discipline, patience, and coordination. Yet, at the same time, I inherited my mom’s perfectionism which makes drawing with precision a lot like a driving a car with no steering wheel.
I believed with all my drips, drops, and stains that I wasn’t good enough but I was still in love with art, not just because I could bring funny doodles into existence for the amusement of my friends, but because it was also a place to stave off anxiety, neglect, and depression.
The escape into a world of blues and lavenders melding together, the discovery that I could make flower pots fly, and the improvisation and intuition that freed creatures and inventions that would not exist without my imprecise approach became as important as finishing something, teaching me early that process is where I want to hang out: The Wild Abandon process.
If you have ADHD and the H stands for "highly sensitive," stay tuned. I'm putting together mindful creative programs just for us. Mindfulness meditation can actually rob our creativity if we are not aware of the advantages of having a distractible mind. If you want, let me know who you are.
In the meantime, I have a Wild Abandon workshop next Wednesday at 3 pm pacific/ 6 eastern on Zoom. Free for Underground Members, $25 for civilians, and $15 for KMC3 members. More here
Best, Jill Badonsky
Come to parallel universe time on Mondays at 8:30 am pacific. It's free. A place to get things done while people hold the space for you, and you for them, to do that. Let me know if you'd like to be put on the reminder list. The link: Also on March 15... I'll be co-hosting Danny Gregory's Art for All podcast. I could sure use some of my peeps (you) there. It'll also be live on Youtube at 10 am pacific.
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Some Creative Things You Can Do
From Jill Badonsky
- Author/illustrator of three books on creativity
- Corporate Dropout
- Certified Yoga/Mindfulness Instructor teaching in corporate, prison, and retreat environments
- Multi-media artist, performance poet, and playwright
- Award winning inspirational goof-ball and author.
- Dispenser of thousands of weird creativity prompts including on Facebook
- Highly sensitive person surviving in a kind of insensitive world.
- Yours Truly
03/01/2023
It's rainy here in San Diego. I wrote a poem and podcast last year about things talking in the rain. I was in an Airbnb for two months because my bathroom was being renovated. It seemed fitting to share it with you now.It's slightly different words but with sound effects as a podcast,.
"I’ve been taking a masterclass from poet, Joy Harjo.
She says -- one of the elements to writing good poetry is listening. Everything has something to say. The trees, the sky, the potted plants on the front porch.So I started listening.
I was stuck in an Airbnb in Hillcrest for two months and listened.
And what I found is that if you pay attention closely, things are talking, A LOT.
The desk, refrigerator, the sink, the comforter, my robe, the fern were all were chatting.
The coffee pot was percolating in laughter, the heat was humming a mambo,the cabinets were complaining about crumbs.
Where once there was silence, there was a cacophony of conversation…because I was listening.
My attention turned to outside the window where the talk was louder.
This Airbnb was on a busy street and the street was wet from rain.
Every time a car went by it said sssssssshhhhhsss, which I believe was “yes”
Every time a car passed by on the wet concrete I heard the word “yesss.”
When a group of cars went by one after another, it was a flurry of yesess in a tag team procession.
The yeses came and went… nothing ssstayed yesss for long,
The noissse evaporated into sssilence as sssoon as the cars …. passsssssed.
So I asked the quessstionsss I wissshed were anssswered with yesss..
Will people ever live and let live? Will peace ever stay? Will the violence stop soon?
There was a sudden absence of cars. Silence. No “yessses.”
Not too long after, more cars came, but they didn’t say yes, …
They said, “wisssh … wisssh .. wisssh..”
That’s what I heard as I listened to the cars driving on wet pavement…” wisssh “
A truck said, “Get out of my way”… then a bus said, “Same old routine, same old.. route, day after day.”
The rain came down heavier and it started talking, I listened… this is what it said:
Yes, is not the ansswer to your impossssible questionsss, …. that’s just your wisssh. Peaccce can be elusssive, … lisssten closssely… the carsss aren’t saying yesss…and they aren’t saying wisssh : they are saying thisss too shall passsss the rain, the darknessss, the conflict, [yes] this too shall passss, carsss on a rainy street, the thought you’re thinking, the pain you’re feeling, thessse too shall passss, and then whatever comes next, that shall passss too.
Listen to the peace inside of you."
Listen here: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1301089/12353927
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