today is grey and wonderful. we have had rain for 3 days, and finally the earth seems to be a bit happier. despite various planetary retrogrades, at this very moment, there doesn’t seem to be a tremor in the force.
holding my coffee cup, i look at the olive trees and think about my cousin linda. i keep healing thoughts for her, see her recovering quickly and completely. and then, i see my children’s father in my mind’s eye and think the same thoughts for him, for barbara, for them.
i think also of the successes that my children have known, of the changes and challenges coming up so quickly in their lives. weddings! moves! passages. i experience gratitude again for all my children. your lives exemplify for me the fact that creativity is the art of metamorphosis — and how as you become who you are, how creative is each individual process.
i’ve been MIA, i know. more like MINA (missing in no action). january and february were months strewn with unresolved issues and unwritten emails, alternating with frenetic activity and mind-bending work. balanced of course by moments of positive, happy successes. yours and mine.
and then there was the 400-mile, 20-hour road trip. top down, sunscreen on the back of my neck. a blur of fields and coastal cliffs.
back home almost before i left, time bending, switching gears, searching for a process by which to organize thousands and thousands of images and the resulting creations — cards, prints, jewelry… and to catalog them. at first it was daunting, but as i progressed, it seemed more manageable. and as some images are used in multiple creations, an overlapping system of identifying them — and linking potential shop offerings one to the other — began to surface as a possibility and a necessity. i began to see quotecards.etsy.com as a living portfolio of my work.
processing hundreds of images a day, i began to make choices about what would stay and what would go. a bit like life, i suppose. we do that all the time, don’t we? and sometimes we are not even aware…every day we are faced with subliminal opportunities: shall we go? shall we stay? to what will we give our attention? to whom will we give our affection? our time? at what depth? at what cost? what stays? what goes? what gives us life, what does not?
even as i did that, i was reminded of a life lesson i try to hold on to — because it is perhaps the most important of all — that we cannot possibly begin the next chapter of our lives until we stop re-reading the last one (she said, finally turning the page and beginning to read the next one).
of course, all this is only possible if we are warm and dry, fed and loved, and surrounded by friends and family, who wait patiently for the next letter or some sign of life.
thank you for waiting, for reading, for being a constant in my life. there is simply no way in this universe that i could ever tell you what it means to know you are, you live, you breathe, you are safe, and you are (whether you know or not) making the world a better place by being in it and doing the work you do. all true.
now, with my third cup of coffee in hand, i am going to answer. every. single. email. i owe you.
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