Artistic, musical, creative, and entertaining topics in Longevity's health and wellness sphere.
I Thread the Needle as the Needle Threads me
My head throbbed relentlessly as I plopped down into my soft, plump reclining chair after a long day of painstakingly grueling tedious hard work.
How Art Can Help You Embrace The Present
I remember the first time I learned about meditation and grounding. I sat on a slippery river rock, toes dipped into icy water, legs dutifully wrapped pretzel-like in lotus position. Breathing in, I visualized my veins extending like roots into the soil, from the base of my spine, connecting me to the Earth.
Scissors, Style and Self Discovery
Duringthe Covid-19 lockdown, I felt like I had almost too much time to reflect. I spent a long time on social media when I couldn’t go outside. No matter how long you scroll you never seem to meet the bottom, and I spent weeks flicking through beauty routines, flawless models posing and fashion trends. The endless bounty of content was overwhelming.
Inking and Thinking
Recently, I have discovered a new skill that has been locked away my whole life, and now I am able to build on it and expand my inner peace- all because of a rainy day!
Yarn is My Zen
When I’m in the yarn-crafting zone, things don’t bother me as much. I still worry over things, but those worries don’t seem so bad when I have a project on my needles or hook.
To Share My Heart
My life has always been driven by creativity and imagination. These elements aren’t mere passions, interests, or hobbies for me. Creativity is the core of my being, my essence as a person. I need to express myself creatively like I need to breathe and drink water. If I go too long without any creative outlet, I begin to wilt.
Art has always been important in my life. The smell of turpentine drifted from my father's studio (which he had built bigger than the total of the rest of the house). My first memories were filled with fruit I couldn't eat because they were arranged on the table for a still life my dad was painting. I watched fascinated at three as he painted his self-portrait with three strategically placed mirrors.
How Scissors Spiraled Round and Round to Reinvent Myself in Retirement
How Scissors Spiraled Round and Round to Reinvent Myself in Retirement By Mary Longe It occurs to me that I have never knowingly thrown out a pair of scissors. Not that I can promise that I have every pair I ever owned, but I am confident that if I dug deep enough in my shoe boxes and bins of craft supplies, I would find a pair of round-nose scissors caked with school paste and unable to cut the thinnest paper. I know for sure that if I open my sewing box, the tiny drawer on my Singer, my drawer of kitchen utensils, and my bin of collage cutting implements that I will find one, maybe two pairs of scissors of different types and sizes in each…. Most, but not all, free of glue, especially today.
About 10 years ago my sister introduced me to this new craft that she had just taken a class in, it was called Zentangle which is the art of doodling, mindfully. I had no prior experience with any form of drawing or creative art, I sat down tried it a few times then put it aside. I liked it, I was interested, just unsure that I had any talent, not particularly happy with my results. For a couple of years I would find the small kit she had put together for me and think that I should try this again. But I didn’t. I would put the little plastic baggy containing a couple of Zentangle tiles, a Sakura micron pen with a 01 point, a tiny short pencil with the words Zentangle inscribed in it, a slim tortilion or smudging stick and a white eraser, back in the junk drawer out of sight, out of mind.
When people ask, 'what do you do?', It often generates this default response of a job they don't really enjoy. It's a sad thing really, when you ask someone this question, hoping to see their eyes light up with excitement and feel their energy pick up, and all you get is a reluctant, bland, unintrigued, rehearsed, and oppressed response.
How Creativity Helped Heal Breast Cancer
I was just getting through the psychological shock that a breast cancer diagnosis plunges you into when I decided to dive head first into the three therapies I would employ to get through this incredibly difficult experience.
Transforming The World, One Bowl At A Time
When I was about 14 years old, I had become grossly consumed with making ornate-looking bowls out of week-old newspapers. Unlike the old newspapers that my grandfather would save for the scrap collector, who would buy bundles in exchange for some petty cash, these bowls would serve little practical purpose around the house. They were fragile - would bend or break at the slightest of involuntarily strains - meaning they had to be discarded almost immediately after being put into use. Reconciling with this loss was quite hard for me since I would toil for hours to perfectly craft the seemingly meaningless bowls. My mother - almost in response to the predicament my bowls faced - started storing and displaying these creations on a higher shelf in the living room to keep them safe.