“You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don't know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don't know who your friends are, you don't know what you owe anybody, you don't know what anybody owes you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation.” - Joseph Campbell.
I was typing a comment over at Jane's blog and was horrified that I actually had to *think* when it asked me for my ID name and password. I decided against thinking that maybe my short-term memory was going bad, since, heck, it’s February already and a whole huge chunk of time has indeed gone by.
I was going through my RSS feeds this morning, and one post was titled “Unplugging the Fridge!”, and I thought, “OMG. Someone is actually harassing me to just stop it all!” No, I don’t really imagine that all of the world revolves around me, not all the time, anyway. It gave me a pretty good start, though. Because I know you’re curious, it was a post arguing against giving up on the refrigerator (apparently some eco-conscious people are giving up the fridge, as a badge of commitment. Eco-consciousness. And where would they put up their kids’ artwork, then?).
I also happened upon this today:
"We are not cisterns made for hoarding, we are channels made for sharing." - Billy Graham
So, I have to apologize. I didn’t mean to harass anyone into feeling like they’re supposed to comment, make you feel guilty, although the conversation is really nice to have, isn’t it? And, I didn’t mean to piss anyone off, that’s for sure. There was, well, stuff and more stuff, and then, on top of that, huge busy-ness along with the everyday insanity of life. The summer and fall seem like a blur. I found myself pretty much wanting to enjoy a good lo-o-ong dose of anonymity, hibernation.
I’ve been enjoying everyone else’s blogs, though, as best I can, appreciate your comments and have been really grateful to have reconnected with some old pals. There are great celebrations, and continued struggles, and I feel a bit of remorse in not being an active part of the community. To be truthful, it was also gnawing away at me to think that that last post would have stayed as the post at the top, the one people read when they first found themselves at my blog, and, well, what an incredible downer: that just won’t do.
I do have a bunch of stuff to catch up with. Sadly, I find myself with very little free mind-meandering time anymore, and it’s been hard for me to sit and download photos or scan sketches and upload stuff on Flickr. But, I’m trying to wrestle back some time to sit and draw. In time, I hope to figure out how to add back in all that daydreamy wandering around, too, as well as running and yoga. If I could do these things in my car while I’m commuting, I would. Seriously. No, really, I would.
So, anyway, thanks for being there (or, rather, here) and coming back.
Oh, yes, I’ve been working, making things like this.
"If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water." – Loran Eisely
And yes, I am still with the big ol’ bear.
Holiday Party! Click to see this photo's flickr page
We’ve been busy practicing for that new Olympic sport, synchronized shrimp tempura eating, don’cha know.
