This morning, this morning… I am sitting cross legged in a wicker chair with a cup of something warm and a cat and a dog. Beside a large open window, letting the damp, warm air kiss our cheeks. This window is the first thing I open in the morning and sometimes it lets the damp seep into our house. Sometimes, I forget that the seasons are changing.
The season is changing. It’s evident everywhere, from the geese beginning to fly overhead to the rusting leaves. The spiders building their webs in the cracks of our home and my mindset beginning to shift from a slow almost lethargic summer to a hopeful, productive fall. At least, a buzzing in my mind that I can’t shut out.
Despite feeling this urge, I have been still operating in the dark. I can’t seem to get anything going. Walking is what frees me for the time being. Where I come up with ideas. I feel as though, this might be very cryptic so let me speak plainly. Accompanied by Brian Eno, some very talkative birds and the hum of the distant highway. Life continues!
These past few days I have had an old friend from my childhood visiting us. In the early morning, I am finding just a little bit of time to write. And somehow I still can’t get out what I want to say, despite it being S O B A S I C! Visits with friends often inspire me to change some habit of mine or be more creative. It isn’t often you spend an afternoon sitting at the beach and reflecting about life for hours. The waves reassure you.
I need to find time to create more, apply for artist grants, look at artist residencies so I can focus without thinking of domestic work that needs to be done, create and create and hold nothing back. Currently, harvesting and preparing food has taken over my life. Keeping our house sane. I need to put our ideas into fruition, looking into publishing our patterns and artist works in an artist book. Sometimes, I just need a push and maybe being more honest about it in my blog will help me. I’m sure this is of no interest to most, but I think this will help me. I often feel like social media isn’t quite the place for me. I don’t really feel like I fit in with what I see, especially with what I have become associated with.
I’ll be honest, it was my tarot reading that has made me confront this. The Magician: taking action, acting consciously, being creative. I believe the card that represents me best is the High Priestess, which is essentially the opposite of the Magician. It’s an intuitive card focusing on looking within and your sub-conscious. But right now, The Magician spoke to me.
And so, I best start taking action. My world of artistry and craftswomanship. Where to start? Maybe with a morning walk ❤