You know it
seems that I have forgotten how beautiful this place is… Remembering back to when we arrived in May
of 2010 to live here for a while - having just departed the southern desert region
of Nevada - we were in awe as we rediscovered the amount of lush greenery, tree
covered mountains and water in the form of streams, rivers and even a handful of lakes!
Ahhhh…we basked in all its glory.
Come winter
we got to experience the dramatically changing weather as clouds streamed past when storms
blew in. We missed the exciting elements
Mother Nature can contrive that we came to appreciate so much during our days
living aboard our sailboat, Sapphire. In addition, we had snow!... Sparkling flakes
on the trees covered mountains. Even the dead looking trees waiting to be reborn in spring, shone with a stark
beauty as only they can when snow adorns their dormant limbs.
Spring showed
us our new neighborhood was full of new life! Crocus began peeking out from the last bits
of frozen moisture, with daffodils and tulips following in their wake. Yet in the time since that, everything has lost it appeal. Things began to irritate me. I realize now that the
busier I got, the more I forget to stop and appreciate these things of beauty surrounding
me! Especially lately…I seem to have
forgotten to take the time to “Stop and smell the roses.”
And while I
love change and all its promised new discoveries and challenges…I have found setting
up my new art studio/art school, which initially was thrilling, is now…well dis-satisfactory. And I find myself paralyzed each time I walk in
as I am faced with this:
The paralysis
has spread to other parts of my life. And I find I am accomplishing very
little some days. Discontent has spread too. I am no longer happy with where we are
living, my choice to make a go as a fiber artist, or even the way the winter
played out. I missed being able to pit
myself against an indomitable foe (Mr. Winter) and feeling triumphant each time
I prevailed and made it home safely. This past winter barely gave birth to the
idea of winter! Even spring seems a wet
blanket to my usual enthusiasm for this time of year. But
why?! I revel in spring!!! I love all the new growth; the promise of
home grown food and flowers everywhere! And they are there…those crocus are popping
up to show their bright, cheerful faces…so why my gloom and discontent?
It is my new studio! And why should the uprooting of my studio cause me such discontent?! I need order!!! And until I am able to organize and contain my new studio spaces I will not be…happy…content…and able to create.
And so it's back to work... but it is a labor of love!
Janet
P.S. See! I have managed to get some things organized...so all is not been in vain...and I have hope!
It is my new studio! And why should the uprooting of my studio cause me such discontent?! I need order!!! And until I am able to organize and contain my new studio spaces I will not be…happy…content…and able to create.
And so it's back to work... but it is a labor of love!
Janet
P.S. See! I have managed to get some things organized...so all is not been in vain...and I have hope!
