So…I’m beginning to feel odd. I’m tired of the internet. I’m tired of inspirational messages about …everything.
I’m tired of myself and generating self-oriented content daily for projects. My hair’s too long.
I’m feeling like a cannibal, like I’m eating myself alive…so I adapted Heidi Grew’s clay piece to fit my Monday morning blues.
I checked the calendar and this is the start of week seven of staying home. I’ve baked, cleaned the shower thoroughly, washed the slipcovers, made drawings, done some sewing and watching, read a lot, taken walks, done a bunch of weeding and sat in the garden…all the same stuff you’ve been doing. Nothing like what some people are currently forced to go through…we have food and supply lines…we’re okay really. (I haven’t got the ukulele out yet…maybe week 8 for that one.)
Last week I got two different envelopes of stuff in the mail from artists (thank you Claudia and Linda)…and one included this poem by Ada Limon
“Look, we are not unspectacular things. We have come this far, survived this much. What would happen if we decided to survive more?”
So i responded in kind today by going through my drawers and sending things (I still have the wing nut though).
and Ellen sent her snail blog methodology of how she lines up the group (“Couples II” ), numbers them and stamps them, and the stacks them neatly to write everyday. Here’s the visuals…Ellen first
they’ve arrived in Salem…
and then today this HORRIFYING thought…
I’m with Ellen…let’s just live in the moment.
Keep in touch friends.