I woke up this morning thinking about Scaffolding. I’d the word in my head yesterday too though I went to bed on a cliff hanger. My fingers dug into the earth,clay under my nails…clinging, dangling.
These are some of the messages I’m trying to unscramble.
Dictionary definition of scaffolding: a temporary (my italics) structure on the outside of a building, made of wooden planks and metal poles, used by workmen while building, repairing, or cleaning the building.
It’s time to take the scaffolding down. Enough repairing and building for now (cleaning can continue).
A blog wander takes me to an affirmation – Today I am journeying through fear – which I will carry with me for the day at least.
A pal recommended a book : Playing Big: Find Your Voice, Your Mission, Your Message. I’ll wait for the paperback but I’ve enjoyed the title and the Amazon taster. A book I’m elevating to the top of my “to-read” tower (It’s never been so high… reaches my hip): Thrive by Arianna Huffington, the co-founder and editor-in-chief of the Huffington Post. God, I love a good title. Both of those titles.
And this sound bite from Elizabeth Gilbert: Perfectionism is just fear in really good shoes.
Text on a greeting card I’d send to myself only then I’d know I’d truly lost the plot so instead of buying the card I took the photo : Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
This morning I tuned my ear to the radio noise that plays in our kitchen. I must have heard the word diary. So I listened to Alastair Campbell talk on the habit of diary keeping. Reaffirming.
A couple of Saturdays ago I attended a workshop at the Poetry Cafe led by Ted Bowman on following the metaphor. Ted describes himself as an educator, author and consultant who specialises in change and transition, often around loss He’s based in the US and was over for the month. The scaffolding and cliff would be right up his street.
I haven’t posted here for a few weeks but I have been receiving….messages.