I suddenly find myself in the beautiful season of Autumn, wondering how time could *seem* to have passed so quickly since my last post.
There are a few reasons for my absence in the blogging world.
1). I made a major move to a new location, literally a thousand miles away from the previous locale.
2). I suffered a sprain to my sacroiliac that forced me to stop nearly all customary, daily activities.
3). A flood occurred in the new house, that caused some major damage.
So, all in all, I now see where the time has been spent.
I am very happy to be able to write this post, 'better late than never' is appropriate here.
Having so much time to sit and contemplate the meaning of life, I could not help but wonder if these setbacks were some kind of signal from the Universe that the move was not auspicious.
I also wondered why I have grown so cautious in the last half of my life, becoming so much different than my decisive, courageous youth. It seems more logical that the opposite should occur.
With all 'the troubles' surrounding this recent move (trust me, there were more than I am prepared to lay out in this venue), I was miserable, unhappy and downright depressed.
As most of you know, moving is a chore not to be taken lightly.
Add the moving stress to real property sale and acquisition, numerous problems (some of which is written above), coping with complete change, excruciating pain and the unbelievable complexity of all that goes with the flooding disaster and restoration, I found myself bogged down with mountains of paperwork, phone calls, red tape and *stuff* - both material and emotional.
My precious time on this earth (something that I have always been hyper aware of) was literally taken up with nearly everything that I despise - something had to give.
I could not help but think of a childhood friend, confined to a bed for several years now, due to the debilitation of ALS.
The thought of his suffering made me ashamed of my own trifling complaints.
I also thought of how happy and carefree we were in our childhood, teenaged and young adult lives.
How could I regain that feeling of being CARE - FREE?
For me, the answer came in one word: PLAY.
It may seem silly to most, but seriously, I had lost the ability to play.
Everything in my daily life felt like work - begrudging work at that.
Picasso once remarked something to the effect that it took him a few months to paint like a master, but a lifetime to learn to paint like a child.
So, I am attempting to re-learn the art of play.
I have some hurdles and mindsets to overcome - art school, contrary to popular opinion, is very hard on one's self esteem. Between critiques, competitions and trying to climb the proverbial ladder, this particular discipline can do a number on a young student.
In my case, I need to deprogram the notion that every piece that I create must be 'critique' worthy.
Remember to 'play' ....
I also need to remove the constant monetary challenges that can stifle anyone's creativity. I need not justify the financial impact of every work.
Remember to 'play' ....
So, you see, I have some
work play to do!
Wish me luck.
In Love, Truth and Beauty .....