Elizabeth Gilbert said it well.
“Possessing a creative mind, after all, is something like having a border collie for a pet: It needs work, or else it will cause you an outrageous amount of trouble. Give your mind a job to do, or else it will find a job to do, and you might not like the job it invents (eating the couch, digging a hole through the living room floor, biting the mailman, etc.). It has taken me years to learn this, but it does seem to be the case that if I am not actively creating something, then I am probably actively destroying something (myself, a relationship, or my own peace of mind).”
I can add nothing to that. These pages are a part of my work.
I was reflecting on the connectedness of humans, and it made me curious. What is going on with all of us? What are we carrying as we go through our days? I decided to ask, and am collecting the responses in this photo album.
An Improv Suit
The frame around my vocation at this time was celebration of the human spirit. As I was exploring that, I was invited to participate in Jean Cherouny’s Improv Suits. The timing was perfect, because I needed something other than words to begin to express that idea. Here is a log of my effort at that.
I imagine I’ll work on this space for as long as we live here; the gardens and I continue to evolve. I love this piece of land, and it seems to love me back.