I am, most likely, the very worst person to give advice on how one should deal with life. My self preservation techniques involve crawling inside myself and not coming out. Evidence of my mental and emotional hermiting (not a real word) are illustrated by my complete withdrawal from the relationships that mean the very most to me.
I’m elated for a change in seasons.
I’m dreading the summertime — not the actual season — but the change that comes with the absence of RW. Lately, the very thought of Robert starting his fire season in May has made me skitter out of the light and into the dark corners of my being. One of the reasons I married RW is because he has the ability to draw me out, to soften me when I’ve turned sharp. He has the strength, grace and gentleness to draw me out, draw me out and then temper me.
He has to fight fire this summer.
That’s a fact. That’s his job.
But between he and I, there’s no need for self preservation. No need at all.
So I’ve clambered up and out of myself and back into the light. I’m clinging to every single second I have with him between now and May and I’ll be thankful for the 10-or-so days I’ll have him home this fire season to share the fruit our gardens produce, to picnic in the hills, to fly fish on the South Fork…
The trip I took to Chicago served these purposes:
*to see and comfort my dearest of friends
*to take myself away from my work and my regular life
*to sleep in
*to treat myself to strolling and coffees and sketching and singing
*to not work
*to allow myself to come up and out my hiding space
I never told you about the resolution I made in January for 2009:
To love my work and to not feel stressed out when I am creating.
Loving my work is not a difficult thing. To create, free of stress, is difficult. It requires being in my own space always. It requires separation and isolation from the influence of the work of other jewelry artists (I need this, you may not). I need to exist in a Noisy Plume bubble which isn’t to say that I don’t take time to enjoy social interaction with others as well as interacting with the world outside my yard. Additionally, I need to feel very free to explore any idea that pops into my mind involving stones and metal. I love my work today, as always; for the first time in weeks, I’m feeling stress. Drat.
With all our company gone from Plume Gables now, their presence a simple happy memory, and with Robert pulling me out of my hiding place and into the light, I’m taking the time to draw a hot bath tonight with a book and a glass of wine at hand. I plan to fall back into my work tomorrow morning free of the tension that stress brings.
This has nothing to do with you.
This has everything to do with how I live my life and how I react to everything that comes my way.
I’m going to smarten up and fly right.
What do you do when you feel stress building knots in the back of your neck, when the tension pools behind your eyes and you simply do not know what to do with yourself at any given moment during the day?
Hmmmm?
In other news:
[Montana agate, orange agate beads, sterling silver]
[Peruvian pink opal, one lone tulip & sterling silver]
[yellow opal & sterling silver with domed detail]
[tiffany stone from Utah & sterling silver]
[Clipper Necklace:::rutilated quartz & sterling silver on a really clever chain]
These will be in the shop today!