“If you chase two rabbits both will escape.”
Confession: Sitting down to do my art is far more challenging then creating the art itself. Why is it so difficult to be a productive artist? Not a day goes by that I don’t promise myself that “Today is the day I’m going to really get some work done. I’m gonna sit here at this desk and really crank it out.” Yet 15 minutes into my work I find myself scrolling through my Twitter feed either giggling at cat videos or keeping tabs on public opinion on social issues. Who else is tempted by the lure of spending their free time binge watching a new Netflix series or Hulu original? I find myself at times racked with guilt that I may only get an hour of work done before I’m lured off into doing something else. My only balm to soothe me is the thought that maybe it’s not just me. Maybe this scourge of distraction and procrastination is the bane of all creatives and I’m not alone in my dilemma. Sometimes my ability to focus feels more like chasing dandelions in the wind.
Mourning the absence of my softness in this aggressive world. I may have been taught to survive but I was never taught how to live.
It’s been a year now since she moved on from this plane. I miss the sound of her little paws racing down the hall, coming to greet me whenever I return home. Part of me longs to get another feline companion, yet part of me feels it’s too soon and fears going through the trauma of loss again. They don’t live as long as us and I’m still young enough to out live another furry friend. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m 60 to bring one home again. We’re bound to leave this world together then…or at least I won’t be too far behind. For now though, my heart still aches from the loss and yet longs for the void to be filled. I think I’ll always miss my little buttercup but it’s still too soon for me to move on.
We are always trying to be somebody.
Trying to get somewhere.
Trying to do something.
We exhaust ourselves trying to accomplish things that we think will make ourselves feel important and significant even though we will never be more important to others than we are to ourselves.
It takes courage to be nobody.
To go nowhere.
To do nothing.
To settle into the quiet peace of not trying to fabricate our lives in order to win approval, prestige and status according to the opinions of others. To quietly go about our days taking care of our basic needs and doing things that we simply enjoy with no fanfare, pomp or show.
There’s a freedom and treasure in being nobody; being free from the confines of other people’s expectations and the contentment that is discovered from living a simple life in the comfort of our true being.
“There is no greater calamity than not finding contentment with one’s own sufficiency. There is no greater mistake than to be covetous. When one is content within one’s own nature, one will always have enough.” ~ Daodejing, Chp. 46
…just some thoughts that came to me while tending to the garden this morning. 😊
I’ve been on a bit of a break. It wasn’t a conscious one, just something that kinda happened. I’m guessing with all the researching on doing prints, test runs, revamping my branding material and finishing up my last drawing, my spirit just said “Chill for a minute.”
I haven’t been doing anything major, just a few doodles and sketches here and there. In the meantime I’ve got four drawing ideas lined up along with gathered reference material. It amazes me how when I think I can’t possibly come up with anything more something new comes to mind. It reminds me that creativity and the imagination is inexhaustible. But I also keep a log of my ideas just in case something doesn’t come up and one of those four drawing ideas was pulled from that log.
Outside of that I’ve put aside some time to read, for pleasure, rather than for knowledge and information. I snagged a copy of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho from my library’s bookstore. I’m slowly making my way through it. I haven’t read a book simply for pleasure in over 20 years. My years of college has me so conditioned to reading to gain information and knowledge that I almost feel guilty about setting aside some time to read for no other purpose than enjoyment. Then again, I kind of feel that way about doing anything that doesn’t have an end goal. I wonder if that’s a cultural thing? I always feel that if I’m not sleeping, my every waking moment should be geared towards serving some meaningful purpose.
Anyhoo, I’ve also been fiddling around with our container garden. My hubby loves tomatoes so that’s mostly what we’re growing. But we have a few other things like herbs, cucumbers, lettuce, celery and more (see pictures below). I’m most excited about the sweet potatoes and ginger. This is our first time growing them so I’ve got my fingers crossed that everything turns out well. It’s nice being able to just go to your backyard when you want a fresh salad. 😊