Rx: glass
I’m bushwhacking. Cutting my way through, chopping at the giant weeds that have sprung up, shaking off the moss, getting an encouraging glimpse at the sky now and then, even if it is balanced by the occasional boot full of mud. Sucking swamp mud. Lo and behold, a clear space ahead…why, it’s my blog! Poor old abandoned ruin. The blog, or maybe even me. Take your pick.
It happens over and over in my life: a kind of paralysis, anxiety run amok, a demand to know how it will all turn out before I even start. This is not conducive to anything, really, so instead I do nothing. For a long time. Sinking under the pressure. That swamp mud is vile, sticky stuff.
I escape the same way every time: one project, no thinking, just doing. Then another. Then another. I know I’m on the way back today. I’ve sewed the first approximation of some Christmas gifts. Mopped the kitchen floor. Went to the craft store. And then I cut glass. (It cut me back, but that’s only fair.) Played with all my new supplies, some fiber paper, Thinfire paper, circle cutter. Got some kiln-carving experiments in the kiln ramping down as I type. So surely the worst is over.
Thinking is still causing me some trouble. I believe I need more color and design, less verbal expression. Which is odd, because my talents have always been the other way around. But I was curiously happy just resting my eyes on a pile of bright transparent turquoise shards today. If they weren’t so sharp, I’d carry them around with me.
Hmm. Well, there’s beads. Duh. Bright transparent turquoise beads might do the trick. And I need more projects.
sunday sunday…
…so good to me. Today, I slept late, all the way until 6:55 a.m., played with the chickens, ate breakfast and made ugly beads, performed an actual workout and then attended summer church, which consists of floating down the San Marcos river.
River, me:
Then I had lunch, did chores and some internet research. Then practiced the basics of wire wrapping, a jewelry technique that has hovered on the periphery of the thousand things a long time, and recently been bumped up to the top ten or so by my friend H. Ate up all kinds of time this afternoon…
…and this is before some new supplies I ordered even arrive. Thanks a lot, H-bot, m’dear. Where am I going to put this stuff? Do I really need a wire stash on top of the bead, fabric, paper, glass stashen?
Why, yes. Yes I do.
