i love how traveling gives us attitude adjustments. how we come home and are ready to make positive changes. my life feels full again, joyous. i really needed to be inside autumn with my family of friends. and now, here i am, feeling so much more like myself.
i was up late last nite with a friend who’s here visiting us from portland. we talked politics, evolution, religion, global warming, housing market, art, medicine. in the midst of it all i thought to myself “omg, i am such a grown-up having such grown-up conversations and i’m loving every minute of it.” i’m inspired by these kinds of conversations where people are informed, empowered and fully involved. it makes me happy. and i like being an adult.
artwise, i’m feeling incredibly inspired, wanting to get back into the studio and collage and paint my heart out. but alas, i must keep it at bay for a few more days until i finally finish the manuscript. i’m pretty sure i’m going to send myself a nice large bouquet of flowers on that day. so much to celebrate. so much growth. what are your favorite flowers? any suggestions?
in other news, i’ve been feeling the beginnings of my journey slipping away, like i am actually settling into this life. it has me feeling so thankful, but also, in some ways, missing the beginnings. does this make sense? you know how when you first fall in love, there exist passion and fears and butterflies and love? and then, when you fall into that love and relationship, the passion is still there, but things sort of calm down a bit while you build upon the foundation of your beginning? that’s how it feels for me right now when it comes to living the creative life. my beginnings are becoming further and further away, and even though the passion and inspiration continue, i long for the rawness of the starting point. maybe it’s just an observation i’m having this week. either way, i’m thankful for all the small steps along the way.