Yes, I do agree, necessity is the mother of invention.
Last fall I asked for transformation with a capitol "T", I wanted absolute transformation: internal, external, spiritual/emotional/mental/physical. I wanted to transform our lives into that ethereal unknowable always out-of-our-reach life; Ideal Life, as I see it. Crazy, I know. I'm asking for the impossible. An Ideal is an Ideal precisely because it is that, Ideal and "Real Life" isn't Ideal it's LIFE.
But here's the rub: Ya know those sayings, like…follow your bliss, doors will open; do what you love, love what you do; Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life;
I've always believed all those quotes, and now I get to live them. On to necessity and invention, and the ongoing transformation, because that's why I'm here, that's what I'm doing, that's what I'm loving, and that's what We're living.
I know that transformation can (and in my case, must) begin with the tiniest degree of change. Think parallel lines, got a visual? Ok, now take one of those lines and open the degree of it just a nano-meter, just a hair, so really at first there appears to be no difference at all. So what's the big deal? That's transformation? HA! But wait! There's more…every tiny step each baby step on that new trajectory yields movement in a new and different direction. Soon, those parrallel lines are diverging, then the one that moved a nano-meter is light-years away, moving steadily along with at times great leaps and bounds, at other times a bit of reverse motion, but still, on that new trajectory. There, my friends, lies transformation.
Our trajectory moved ever-so-slightly, transformation began, we engaged in the Barnas Summer Challenge of "Reduce/Reuse/Recycle" - buying nothing new for any reason (ok, except sustenance. We bought lots 'o food:). We made gifts from resources we have, we upcycled found furniture (put out for the trash on the side of the road) for our outside kitchen, we commandeered cast out lumber, we received the mother load of hand-me-downs, we stopped by the Thrift Store and perused used goods. And we have had a Very Successful Summer. We rose to our motto of "Manifestation Through Concrete Action" to the best of our abilities meaning: We made a schedule and stuck to it…as we could working around the schedule of La Abuela and El Toro (the papa); we did school, Frida days, HAP, and home P.E. (yay for the pool!). We are following through on chores, we are living rhythmically and with an underpinning of structure, and we are handling our business.
All clutter has not yet been "de"cluttered, it is a work in progress. But as I know we must, two steps forward, one back and on and on and on.
Now, on to necessity being the mother of invention and all that. Last spring El Toro (my latest moniker for my beloved husband who is a Taurus of classic dimensions;) asked me, "So exactly what...are you qualified to do?" I thought about it for a second, and responded "Well, I'm qualified to make art, to pour drinks, to lead meetings, to start groups, and to stand in front of groups and get people excited about projects/ideas/plans etc. Why?" El Toro, "So what are you qualified to get paid for?" "Ummm…art? Because I'm done bar-tending." …sigh "That's what I thought." And that was the end of that, or so I thought. What I didn't get was that the Toro was actually - through his own form of communication, letting me know that I needed to find a way to generate money, that I needed to get a job, that the money we lost from our Frida time (who knew that what I called our "Frida mad money" was actually about $5k a year and that we would really take a hit when that was gone? Us, you say? Well, a reasonable person might say that yes, but a reasonable person also might think that I have any idea of money, which, regrettably, I do not. I waited tables and bar-tended for a living my entire working life. Need money? Pick up a shift. End of story. Hours worked? Paychecks? - mine were always zeroed out for taxes, so paychecks hold no sway over me.) and the recession finally hitting the HVAC world was having an adverse affect on us so we needed another income. Stop the presses!
I have always said I would homeschool until…until we have a lifestyle change, until we needed to do something different, until until until what? But I didn't mean NOW! I didn't mean we'd homeschool until NOW and that I'd run out and get a job! What would I do for the love of howdy? UGH.
Enter the Mother of Invention. Quite a few people said "you should teach art", I do have a degree, a BFA (Bachelors of Fine Art) from University of New Mexico and I do know how to do a few arty and crafty things, but teach art? No, that's not me. What, I'm going to teach drawing 101? I'm not the one.
Enter Cali Jess, the Mother of Invention. The inventor of herself, the original HAP (Homeschool Adventure Playgroup in LA from which HAP East comes), L.O.V.E. Parenting, The Ultimate Parenting Course, her world her life her passion and she says, with a voice full of love and support and genuine knowing, she says: "No Coco, not drawing 101, but your art, what you do, what you did for the summer, the R/R/R summer Barnas challange, art and ritual, art and collage, vision boards. The art that you make." And there it was, that tiny shift of perception, she moved my vision a nano-degree to the left and BAM! There it was, transformation and invention all in one.
And the invention is "Upcycled to ART". Photos, projects, and a description to follow.