Hurrah!
My Back Tack buddy has received her fabric. Whoo-hoo. I was beginning to worry. Now I get to settle in, lurk on her blog and see what she creates. It is too cool.
And on another front, a very special artist has finally received her package containing the "For the Love of Gardens" LMAO (through Nervousness). It has been about 4 MONTHS since I sent it to her. Snail mail for sure, I think that snail must have crawled its way on the bottom of the ocean to New Zealand. Yay.
On the creative front, my worst fears have been realized. I lost my spark. Yes I can still create I have been doing little things, but 2 months ago before the madness that is life, work and motherhood over took me (and beat me up a bit) I was exeriencing a glorious period of of being truly creatively alive. I mean.. I dreamt about creative things. I mentioned that I was worried what all this (life stuff) would do to me and last night when I finally had some time to sit down and create, I was stumped. I couldn't even blend coloured pencils correctly. A very unsatisfying experience.
But... all is not lost. I have managed to crawl back on my bike once again and I did finally manage to ride a "Centenial Crescent" - meaning I got a 30 km ride in at lunch today. Usually I manage this earlier in the year but this year has been nuts. But I feel so old and achy. It was an effort. And, yes I know there was a wicked headwind on the way back (Environment Canada says it is gusting to 40km/hr) but still it was soooo very hard. Next time will be easier right? Anyway, I figure the good part is that with all of this new blood flow to my brain (and lungs) that I must have a renewed body and spirit. And all those newly released endorphines must be the reason why I am still optimistic that tonight might be a more productive night than last night.
And on another front, a very special artist has finally received her package containing the "For the Love of Gardens" LMAO (through Nervousness). It has been about 4 MONTHS since I sent it to her. Snail mail for sure, I think that snail must have crawled its way on the bottom of the ocean to New Zealand. Yay.
On the creative front, my worst fears have been realized. I lost my spark. Yes I can still create I have been doing little things, but 2 months ago before the madness that is life, work and motherhood over took me (and beat me up a bit) I was exeriencing a glorious period of of being truly creatively alive. I mean.. I dreamt about creative things. I mentioned that I was worried what all this (life stuff) would do to me and last night when I finally had some time to sit down and create, I was stumped. I couldn't even blend coloured pencils correctly. A very unsatisfying experience.
But... all is not lost. I have managed to crawl back on my bike once again and I did finally manage to ride a "Centenial Crescent" - meaning I got a 30 km ride in at lunch today. Usually I manage this earlier in the year but this year has been nuts. But I feel so old and achy. It was an effort. And, yes I know there was a wicked headwind on the way back (Environment Canada says it is gusting to 40km/hr) but still it was soooo very hard. Next time will be easier right? Anyway, I figure the good part is that with all of this new blood flow to my brain (and lungs) that I must have a renewed body and spirit. And all those newly released endorphines must be the reason why I am still optimistic that tonight might be a more productive night than last night.
posted by ria at Tuesday, June 07, 2005
1 Comments:
Humm...sleuthing around boy o' boy Sherlock Holmes has nothing on you. So how did you find me? Let me guess it was the fabric hee,hee! So what's with the artists block? Now what am I going to have to drool over? sniff, sniff as I fall into sadness and dispair. No pretty pictures to look at of beautiful handwork.
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