patterns of distain…
life is moving along just as it should…good and steady
then
routine falls away from me
i let go
i am led away from the focus i intently promised myself i would not be led away from
here i sit.
learning the routine all over again
i allow myself permission to “catch up” and so with that said…
i am intent on holding focus
xO
so i try
to seek magic
suffocated by winter days rolling by…caught up in this space
dreaming of ways to add something of my own to this creative life
overwhelmed by all of the imagery out there and yet,
i look
and
i fidget
from one idea to the next, I fidget
one image, one medium, one sentence, one thought to the next
sidetracked
make a list
stray from said list
disappointment at failing to develop, keep up with, complete a single, solitary idea
and yet…
… i forge on
xO
january in Michigan, five degrees fahrenheit
on the outside, desolate, soundless open spaces draw me close
long pause,
a very long, multiple month pause
it feels like a “half the year” kind of pause
quick jaunts in and out of the car, the house, the schools
retreat to the now warm, comfortable and functional spaces of home
rhythm settles into our days
spent mostly with the getting up, the going, the doing, the returning, the winding down, the ending of a day
grateful for the community dwelling within the walls of this home
xO











