My intention for this journey:
Creating a portal for Her to come throught:
Painting her features:
This is a close-up picture of Her face, completed:
My intention for this journey:
Creating a portal for Her to come throught:
Painting her features:
This is a close-up picture of Her face, completed:
Recently, a wonderful woman posted this question on a Facebook thread – for you, what is practice?
Viewed only from the perspective of making art, it can manifest as sketching, or trying various color combinations, which are all essentials for artists. However, I realized that for me, practice does not only apply to art in its most literal meaning… it’s about connecting with art and life at the heart level, at the deepest level of intention.
In fact, for me “art” does not only translate to what is showing up on my canvas, sketchbook or art journal, but actually includes, infolds and embodies all areas of my life. The ability we each have to author and create our own life.
Practice manifests for me as a way to connect my heart, my body, my breath, my mind, and my art to this present moment… what wants to be expressed? What needs to move into form? What do I need to hear, see, feel, release, claim? Infusing everything with intention, whether it be my yoga practice, painting Her into being, the energy with which I great strangers and friends, the holding in my arms of my daughters, the kiss on my husband’s neck, the smile and looking in the eyes of a friend… Practice is both the mean and doorway into becoming fully manifested and living a fully-expressed life..
One of the first verse of Pantajali’s Yoga Sutras that I learned from my yoga teacher Robin is:
Atha yoga anushasanam – Now, we begin the practice of yoga.
Atha in Sanskrit means ‘now’. Which reminds me that we are always beginner -and that to be a beginner is a privilege. This state of mind allows us to remain open to possibilites, receptive to welcome and honor all that is present in the moment.
Practice for me is another word for presence. Presence to what truly is.. both within, and without.
I will be sharing more with you in the upcoming weeks on the wonderful unfoldings both on my easel and in my everyday life that these past few months have bestowed upon me. I have been quiet intentionally, as these past few months were a time for me to go within, dig deep, heal, reclaim, and manifest… but more on this on posts to come!
I would love to know.. what does practice mean for you?
With a full heart,
Isabelle
A friend of mine posted her Facebook movie today, and I decided to give it a try. Basically, Facebook takes your posts since you joined and creates a slideshow movie of some of the pictures you shared. One gets to see snippets of her life with this touching music that plays along… I was not prepared for the surge of emotions that would fill me…
I cried. I cried my heart out. Lifted my eyes, looked up at the sky, brought my hands to my heart and gave thanks, bursting with gratitude for this life, this oh so precious life that we get to live, that we get to experience, that we get to share, and explore, and taste. With all of its beauty, and heartaches, and joys, and sorrows, and oh so many many wonders and miracles.
This is what I wish with all my heart to share with you. The many wonders of life, of you. The love that underlines it all… even when we don’t understand. For I have come to believe that the greatest sorrows can bear the most precious gifts…
Sometimes, we can only stand as witness of the pain in other people’s heart. And no matter how much we would like to lift this pain, to take it away, no matter our love for them, we can’t. Sometimes, we get to be bystander by watching other people destroy their lives, and sometimes even take their own lives… like my father did 16 years ago and my eldest brother 3 years ago this upcoming March.
They say it takes 3 years to grieve the death of a loved one by suicide. This is my way of honoring my brother and letting him go in peace… By wishing him all the love where he is…By reaffirming my oh so strong conviction that this life, this amazing life, is so worth it. Every single breath of it. Every experience of it. That we are such beautiful being, all of us. And that I love him with all my heart.
I am aware that I was blessed to be born with a joyful and hopeful heart, and an unsinkable spirit. And at the same time, deeply recognize that, for me, yoga and art have been the paths towards the realization of our divinity, of our intrinsic goodness and of the incredible joy that resides inside ourselves. The answer to my prayer that my heart stays open, no matter what. I am convinced that I would not be the same person were it not for the profound, transformative changes that both these practices bestow.
At my brother’s funeral, I gave the eulogy. In closing, standing in front of his wife and son, of my mother and youngest sister, I sang the song Hands, by Jewel. I would like to share it here with you… in the hope that every single one of us recognizes our own worth and beauty, no matter what. That we each hold the power to decide, to take a stand, to open ourselves to Love and Life. This is not a ‘deserving’ thing – you are born deserving, and beautiful, and so precious….
I love you Benoit and carry you in my heart, always… thank you for having been my brother in this life, for all that we shared together, and the many gifts of knowing you…
With heart open wide,
Isabelle
Last week, my husband and I went to a classical concert given by the Montreal Symphonic Orchestra. We had not been at one for years, and it felt wonderful and slightly luxurious to take this time, on a week night, to sit down and immerse ourselves in music.
We had front row tickets, and therefore were almost sitting WITH the orchestra. The music was beautiful, the harmony between the musicians something I had never experienced before. Mind you, althought I truly appreciate classical music, I do not listen to it on most days. But this concert – it was really beautiful. I was being carried by the music… and then something caught my eye.
There was this player (frail, of asian ascendance, in his early twenties), sitting at the front row. He was playing the violin. But he was playing it with such passion – it felt to me as if he was dancing with his violin. Whispering secrets to it. His entire facial expressions were a story in itself. You could see delight, surprise, passion, tenderness, playfulness… This player, the first violin, LIVED his music. And his passion, his profound love for the music, the way he had of giving himself completely to it…. it filled my heart with glee. Seeing his joy, he transmitted it to me… I was smiling from ear to ear for the most part of the concert, because he was able to communicate to me, to all of us, his love and passion. Pure delight. Lived joy.
Swaying in the light – Neocolor II on watercolor paper – art journal spread
This had a profound effect on me. Living a life of purpose, I believe, is being aligned with what makes our heart sign, what makes our soul come alive. We often forget this. We don’t take the time… we have so many things to take care of in our full-to-the-brim life… But this nurturing of the Soul is essential if we are to live a wholehearted life. Be it music, painting, creative writing, art journaling, playing an instrument, dancing with your kids, connecting with the body with breath and movement… what makes your soul come alive? What makes your heart sign?
Can you imagine a world where everyone would take the time every day, even for just 10 minutes, to make this heart and soul connection? I believe the joy created inside our hearts could not help but make our world a kinder, wilder, happier place.
How about if, today, we all took the time, if only for 10 minutes, to connect with that joyful place?
I would love to hear from you – what makes YOUR heart sign? How do you make time for it?
Wishing you a fill-to-the-brim-with-joy day,
Isabelle
p.s.: Today is the day my intervew at the Create You! Telesummit airs. You can find more details here http://www.fullcoloryou.com, or by clicking on the button at the upper right. I would love to hear your thoughts!
Pauses filled with the awareness of your own breath.
Present moments of spaciousness.
True Acceptance – of what is, and of yourself.