Several days had passed since Showay ‘weathered the storm of identity’ and began the process of redefining himself in the Divine. Occasionally, he would allow himself to wear the skirt again so as to facilitate his receptivity and creativity. The skirt was actually very nice and simple. Light in fabric and quite colorful. Vibrant pinks, fuchsias, turquoises, and greens were used on a black background to give shape and form to various kinds of small flowers and geometrical patterns. These intense colors lifted his spirit while the flow of the skirt undulating synchronistically with the movement of his legs reminded him of tall grass dancing to the tune of a cool summer breeze. "So much more fun and rich than monotonous single colored pants…"
Today he was back at his desk tackling once again the visit to the farms. "What I need," he wrote down, "is a new term… a new term that can facilitate the understanding that what is created carries the energy and intent of those who participate in its creation. For example, the man at the organic farm who did most of the construction himself was very skilled, but what he built was lacking something and thus made the house feel impersonal to me. So what did it lack? Warmth for sure, but what else? Mobility? Flexibility? Perhaps it’s the capacity to see beyond 90 degree angles…"
As he contemplated this, he had a sense of rigidity. "Too rigid you have become," were the words that came to mind. Looking within for how he felt when he visited the artist’s house, he realized that part of the problem was a hardened personality or heart and that this blocked the flow of the creative energy that would impart Love, warmth, and rhythm to the creation… "in a way that is Harmonious with Nature," he noted recalling someone’s observation that to work with Nature is to embrace and incorporate it’s movement and gentle curves.
