I’ve realized that it’s ok to take a break, to breathe, to meditate on the myriad of blessings that I sit in daily, to cherish my relationships that are life giving. It’s ok to not be ok sometimes. It’s ok to lament. I guess appropriate lamenting harkens back to the beauty that was and looks toward the colorful horizon of a new day.
Hefty is the price to pay if one is willing to sacrifice “voice” and opinion to swift sales. I am realizing as I sort through these issues, that art is so much more than a product to me. It is a mode of communication I use it to share who I am with others. I raise my voice with it, I point out what ignites my soul or brings it low. Isn’t this the true heart cry of all artists?
I’ve realized that it’s ok to take a break, to breathe, to meditate on the myriad of blessings that I sit in daily, to cherish my relationships that are life giving. It’s ok to not be ok sometimes. It’s ok to lament. I guess appropriate lamenting harkens back to the beauty that was and looks toward the colorful horizon of a new day.
Hefty is the price to pay if one is willing to sacrifice “voice” and opinion to swift sales. I am realizing as I sort through these issues, that art is so much more than a product to me. It is a mode of communication I use it to share who I am with others. I raise my voice with it, I point out what ignites my soul or brings it low. Isn’t this the true heart cry of all artists?
Some say that I have elevated napping to an art form. This may very well be true as I have cultivated napping over the years. I’ve curated the best spaces to nap (sofas, Ubers, airports, tiny beds at department stores) and the most useful materials needed to take the very best type of naps (big hoodies, fuzzy socks, chilly eye masks, white noise apps). Naps can be well planned or caught on the fly waiting in a parking lot for my next appointment. Some are long and the very best part of a rainy Sunday afternoon. But my naps all have one thing in common…a twinge of guilt.
I have the pleasure of living in the Pennsylvania countryside. I walk my little Yorkie,
Moe, over hill and dale throughout the changing of the seasons. My neighbor’s gardens
and fields change daily with new things to see. Right about now, winter sets in with the
wind and cold. Fall’s leaves are down and trees are creaking in the wind. Yesterday
Moe and I walked by my neighbors farms. That’s when I noticed a funny little path. And
that path reminded me of a pig.
It's winter in Pennsylvania. Last week the wind chill was -18 and today, 60 and raining, hard...go figure. The weather is all over the map, as am I in my post-Christmas/New Year/trying to get back at it manic/stupor. Everything is put away and organized. Uncluttered space usually frees me to get on with the business of creating. But that's just it. Now my business IS creating, and somehow that sucks out the fun and injects the pressure. There are days when paying bills is actually preferable to getting in the studio. Confounding, isn't it?
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