Learning to Let Psyche Lead

Sensitive Chaos

 

A collection of ideas and self-guided prompts  to get more access to your Creative Unconscious, your Intuitive Mind; to bypass, in a light trance, the distraction of thinking and talking 

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant Albert Einstein

Just Make Something.  then WAIT!  Let It Reveal: What it is, Why it was made, Who responds and comes for it.

Find that Emily Dickinson poem

"Ourself, behind ourself concealed..."

Picasso Quote - Etsy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In these last 25 years, I have not been able to tidy this material into ONE SINGLE BOOK.  It seemed the very opposite of the undulating, morphing nature of Casual Alchemy.It's not "tidy".

 

A short booklet form seems promising. It allows for a re-telling of the same material but with important different inflections or variations.

The size and brevity, at 3-28 pages, makes it modest

and kind to all learning styles and attention spans. It invites the Intuitive Mind to have a role in the experience  "What am I in the mood for today?" 

A person in a hat and coat walking away from a fire  AI-generated content may be incorrect.

Casual Alchemy explores the importance, and integrity of

The Casual (play, idle, awe, surprise)

Alchemy (balancing head, hand, heart; the Need to transform: ourselves  Hornet's Nests as metaphor?

Making (non verbal route to identity)

The Spiral (key image, experience)

Vegetable Thinking rooting in our organic, not technical nature. Remember, we are 70% water!                                    Walking in 3 Worlds                                                                                                       photo David Horton

Shadow, Dark and its partner, The Golden Shadow

Time is Kairos, not Chronos. Circular. We are in several dimensions at once.  Learning to flow -with grace- between them.

 

“Time is not a line but a dimension. You don’t look back along time, but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface. Sometimes that. Sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.”                    Margaret Atwood,   Cats Eye (1988)