There is enough of a structure to frame a contemplative practice while at the same time there is room to explore and play within that practice.
One of the first color wheels I made was a large collection of buttons. It came at a time when two people close to me were battling cancer and waiting on next steps. I felt sad but also frozen, unable to help directly and anxious waiting for news. I had a bin of buttons on my desk and began just choosing colors and moving them around. From frozen to moving was a small step and I was soon taken in by the task of sorting and arranging. It felt like a prayer, like creating a space. I unmade and remade a color wheel with this same collection of buttons a few times before seeing it down to preserve. Each time the making was a routine and ritual I could return to for a comforting and contemplative quiet space.