I'm going to make a better effort to be here.
This past week I felt so exhausted and stretched
super thin. Tiredness is a sure way to get that negative spiral running.
Tiredness triggers worry and doubt.
I realize that I've created these delineations
between what I do and what I considered art. I feel very unproductive because
the studio hasn't been used, but I've been in home making mode. I work such
long hours during the week that I find I have to spend a lot of time outside
just regrounding.
The yard has been my studio I guess. I've been
reading a lot about herbal and medicinal plants and harvesting them from
abandoned spaces in town. Our garden is lovely right now and all I want to do
is tend it. The peas have shot up 2 feet and I had to get them nicely strung
along the fence. Peonies and comfrey popped out and the bumblebees can't get
enough of their blossoms. We planted lavendar and calendula and yarrow, lemon
balm, mint, poppies, plantain, nasturtiums, blueberries, sunchokes, kale,
arugula, beets, chard, cheese squash, raspberries, sword fern, oregon
grape, a small huckleberry and our favorite dahlias, cilantro, oregano, basil
and garlic. That's a lot of friends to check on regularly.
The trees in the front leafed into a shady mass.
And we were so excited to see that one is a big leaf maple, which we plan on
tapping for syrup next year.
We have chickens getting silly under the bay tree,
and a small brick patio in process just outside the back door.
Other than all our outdoor projects I'm teaching myself to knit socks
and dreaming of more felting projects. It's not art, but it's something quiet
and meditative. And I guess that's the crux of it, right? Making time for the
things we enjoy, just doing something that opens your awareness internally and
externally, finding a balance between the things we want to do and the things
we need to do.
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