At the end of her last art show almost a year ago, Mira put down her paint brushes, closed the door on the studio, and let the dust settle to see what would come.
Feeling no inclination to paint for another such event, she didn't know where this Way of Collage would take her.
Life proceeded sans painting and art studio time and she was no worse for it. Then slowly, the transition began ... not exactly what you might be thinking.
Images in this section are from her SoulCollage card collection.
She had the feeling that the space was destined to become a place for dance, tai chi, yoga ... movement. Following her husband's sage advice she gave the the idea time to unfold, letting it hibernate over winter.
And with early spring - daffodils start cheering in January in her neighborhood - she could not silence the chorus from every direction.
"Pack up the paints, clear out the space, you need open, uncluttered space to move your body."
With a firm sense of direction the planning was easy.
Mira had to decide - get rid of the art supplies, or bundle them up for another time? She ended doing a little of each, though the latter was easier, more open ended, and became the choice.
Like most things, once the big decision is made the rest is incremental steps in the opening direction.
One of her most precious gifts is the unwavering support of her husband whose life proceeds at a different pace and style from hers, yet he listens, reflects, questions, discourages haste, then ultimately lends his support.
Mira excels in getting stuff done so project implementation presented no barrier other than encouraging her necessary partners to be available at her unrelenting pace.
She recently bumped into the word "ecotone" referring to the organically rich border area between two diverse biomes and the concept immediately translated to the notion of this studio space as a physical transition zone between two psychological perspectives in the process of shifting.
This transition has kept her surprisingly engaged over many months without too much impatience for the outcome and much enjoyment of the "psychome", her between space.
Now that the space is ready, Mira wonders what will come. She is opening a new door and from past experience if she commits to that act wholly, she knows not what will cross the threshold.
A little sheepish, she wants to stay curious and unhurried about what will hatch in this nesting place.
Her days now begin in this woman cave, stretching, exercising, practicing to sublime music of all types, even just sitting silently in the light filled space.
One sunny day a group of friends came over to raise a glass and bless the new floor with their feet and the dance sanctuary with their bodies. She is filled with the joy of sharing dance with lovely tangueros who revel in movement and music.
There she goes, dancing her Way of Collage with friends Evan, Greg, Jean, Joyce, Karl, Rick, and Steve.