Painting Retreat…

I’m back, in case anyone may have noted my absence from the blogging world – I’ve been busy renovating my condo.

The time away has taught me a lot about myself. Painting walls, ceilings, and trim each brought a different lesson. Walls required the use of a brush for cutting, patience and a steady hand along with focus. I found myself using controlled breathing while cutting it was like qui gong with a brush. Painting trim was like plyometrics lots of squatting and stretching, I thought I’d be sore but wasn’t. Ceilings were by far my least favorite! Painting ceilings require a great deal of strength (and a flexible neck).

There were a number of times during this remodel that I wanted to quit, I had to use all my discipline to see the project to the end! I’m proud of myself! Yes, proud because I never used music a radio or any other distractions. I made this project into a mental retreat… The result my friends family and instructor all commented m new found peace…

Did you know you could find yourself in Home Depot?

Ginnie

Painting Lesson…

Past blogs may have enlightened you to my present burst of home improvement mania… Trying to maintain momentum in this project I “encouraged” myself into an hour of ceiling painting.

Mind you daily yoga, bi-monthly massage, and quarterly chiropractic has me conditioned for one to three hours of painting once or twice a week. Physical condition aside – The reason it’s taken me eighteen years to redo this condo is I despise  disorder. Am I a control freak? Yes! Yet this long over due project has taught me patience, and an appreciation for my own labor. My condo is slowly coming into shape. Becoming a home I not only live in, but look forward to being in…

What took me so long to get started? Procrastination, which is nothing but fear stalling life… Now that I’ve moved beyond that fear, I’m free to recreate my home and more importantly, me…

Namaste,

Ginnie

Working on Spirituality…

This past week I decided to spend my vacation painting my kitchen. Funny when you write painting my kitchen it doesn’t seem such a chore… However what the sentence doesn’t convey are the many woman hours peeling wall paper border, cleaning up after each messy task and the actual painting of the ceiling,walls and trim.

During this journey into manual labor I found my self almost in a state of “runner’s zen.” The one minded focus of physically working allowed me to get centered. This is the type of “oneness” I get when running and with my martial art practice. I assume this is the reasoning behind doing chores in a monastery . There is a certain spiritual cleansing when the body is pushed and a task is completed. I believe the sense of  accomplishment is a mini Satori of sorts.

The Buddha said enlightenment can only be achieved through pain and suffering. So working on spirituality should involve labor…

Something to meditate on when I paint the hallway…

Ginnie