As soon as I recovered, I was deep into art
I’ll share the new paintings soon! I relished the time in my studio during this particular week. The solitude, the quite, the creative expression. It was another healer for me. The majority of our house was in boxes (still is!), chaos at every turn (so hard!), so the creative time was incredibly calming to my nerves. Which, let’s be honest, have been 100% over-stimulated! I’m finding lately that I can barely tolerate any music. I’m craving total silence when I’m alone.
Speaking of creativity, how cute is this? I asked my dad if he could make a star from reclaimed wood (he’s been making X’s & O’s from the wood, and they’re so cute too!), and this is what he came up with. Gasp! He and my mom are on a roll, and have their Etsy shop busy as bees with reclaimed stars, birds, and letters. Had to share.
So, yes, back to the house. So. Much. To. Do. For those of you following me on social media, you know we just started to make a bit of progress and we’re just now starting to settle in and decorate, which makes my soul so very happy (the joy that comes with decorating has been so welcomed!). John and I have been talking a lot lately about all the ways that our soul work arrives. For us, for me, living in transition these last many weeks with quite slow progress when every ounce of me has wanted to get er’ done as fast as possible (without sickness and work and life getting in the way), has been quite a learning experience. We teach what we most need to learn, they say. For me, the themes of embracing change, surrendering, and trusting the process have been my companions. I am all in. Hello, lessons.
The more I’m in our new space, the deeper I fall in love. I love this house, our new hood, our neighbors (one of which, it turns out, is a dear friend of a dear friend of mine who lives in California – SMALL world!). Something tells me we’re going to love it here. Already do.