At this moment, there is a cuddle-craving cat balanced half on my lap and half on my right forearm; her name is Savannah. At this moment, this room with its ancient broadloom reeking of old and new pet pee, is glowing with afternoon light. At this moment, my head is whirling in slow motion with the kazillion things that need doing hereabouts, be it tidying, laundry, dishes, garden clean-up, self-showering, chanting, planning, painting, playing, budgeting, walking the doggirl, and all the rest of the endless chore-cycle.
This week, am shifting time of my daily meds ahead a couple of hours each day, as the dose taken on waking seems to knock me back into sleepiness...want to see what happens if I take the stuff in early evening instead.
Okay. Nine months. Lots has happened. Not much seems to have changed. That is okay, yet would like to create more good development re the usual issues of fitness, cleanliness, money management, social ease and (ironic, given this list:) self acceptance. More work to do on moi, eh, always, as there should be.
So, on withal.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, July 12, 2008
First post, so it's NEW all right
Am new and timid re blogging, not least because of the amazing ones done by the gifted tribes of artists I so admire.
For a few dark weeks, I have felt stuck to the chin in drying clay, unable to pick up a brush or envision much that's create-able. This space, maybe, is my first wriggle out of the immobility. No brush, a dab of font colour, a few brave words ... clay starts to shift, flake and even crack? Hope so. Naming this a "central station" means I hope to use it for mindful reflection on matters central to my art explorations as challenges and treats for the core of me.
Career was fab, and is now way back there; do not want a new one of those! Play is what I am hungry for, and I need my own permission to play as a key to loving life moment by moment. Such permission is currently not on tap. Have been counselled to Give Myself Permission TO Give Myself Permission, and that is what I am going to do right now: create a certificate of Permission to Play from me to moi.
Cross your fingers for me to pay attention. Maybe it ought to be a Command Performance rather than a simple certificate? Well, okay then!
For a few dark weeks, I have felt stuck to the chin in drying clay, unable to pick up a brush or envision much that's create-able. This space, maybe, is my first wriggle out of the immobility. No brush, a dab of font colour, a few brave words ... clay starts to shift, flake and even crack? Hope so. Naming this a "central station" means I hope to use it for mindful reflection on matters central to my art explorations as challenges and treats for the core of me.
Career was fab, and is now way back there; do not want a new one of those! Play is what I am hungry for, and I need my own permission to play as a key to loving life moment by moment. Such permission is currently not on tap. Have been counselled to Give Myself Permission TO Give Myself Permission, and that is what I am going to do right now: create a certificate of Permission to Play from me to moi.
Cross your fingers for me to pay attention. Maybe it ought to be a Command Performance rather than a simple certificate? Well, okay then!
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