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The life of me, felt a little much in April. I chose to find a sanctuary in my creative space. Hiding away in my studio, and drawing, painting and writing a great deal. The tiniest of details, bringing the quiet I required.
I have used, for many years now, my art and my writing, as a form of creative outlet. When life sends curve balls, it gives me means to make it through… mostly intact. It’s like therapy and magic rolled into one. The quiet contemplation, a meditative form of mindfulness. So glad am I, to have this in my toolbox. I can’t imagine a life otherwise. To have this in place, has proved so worthwhile, time and time again.
Night flyers and day light flyers. The wee small hours, and wakeful nights, my new works created speaking of the light that shines, whether by moonlight or sunlight. A Moon Garden, imagery I had settling in my head for many months. So good to finally see it rendered upon paper. Moths, owls, and garden birds. This is to be an ongoing project. I know my mind will take me to magical places, and I hope I do all of the ideas to come justice, when placed upon paper.
Running was null and void from January until the end of April. Gently does it, I started running again also. Tentative steps, which seemed perfectly apt, given, I think a gentleness has been required across the board. Often, I believe, that these things are sent to slow us down. Without a choice given, stress fracture allowing, rest was essential. Rest was granted. I have come out the other side, unbroken, and all the more resilient for it I think.
As ever, onwards. Tip-toeing and tentative…. But forwards nevertheless.
