Quite a range of life experiences happening in my little world since I last wrote. We joined the Y, I tweaked my knee straight away and decided to rest it for a couple of days, not being able to sit still, I took on a major reorganization of my studio, got my second cold in a month (thank you YMCA petri dish), parked my butt and read for a few days, Dave's Uncle Bill passed away (after a long illness) on the 9th, still trying to rid myself of the cold, worked on some new talismans - one for Haitian relief efforts and one for a friend that's going through a tough time, family arrives for funeral services and a couple of days of getting together and that brings us up to today. Goodness!
As you can see, it's been a month of letting go.
Cindy. I got to thinking - that new blank spot on my shelf might just fit a couple of the bead units on my worktable. Armed with one of my new books, Creating Sacred Space with Feng Shui, I stepped back for an attempt at seeing my very full workspace with an objective eye.
The initial and most obvious observation, I had created a wall around my central creative space, my worktable, and it's no surprise that I was feeling 'blocked in'. I was, quite literally, blocked in. So it began - the big shift.
I had grown weary of my 'clever' use of old stuff. My hodge podge of old dish drains and milk crates and dryer racks at first all seemed so organized and, well, clever. Armed with a gift card and a discount coupon, I loaded up on my implements of organization - new storage, operative word here NEW. No more rigging and balancing and making do.
Shelves were unloaded and relocated and rarely used beads were moved into the closet in the space that was cleared by moving jewelry books to one of the new shelves and everything on the worktable got shifted and sorted or ditched and another new shelf, the taller and more open new one went into the corner and, lord mercy, such a lot of sorting and moving and sorting and moving.
I took down the patchwork of drapery surrounding the table and replaced it with an old Indian print spread, not in very good shape, but I like the lighter colors and single pattern ... much more soothing to my eye. It took two full days to finish this stage of the purging, but oh what splendid results! I can breathe in this space.
I still have more to do, but that's when the latest cold started to take hold. I usually go years between colds, so two within one month is positively annoying. The cold pretty much took over my to-do list. Basically, I parked my backside on the couch and read for 3 days. Luckily I had found a couple of prizes at the library that kept me thoroughly engaged, The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane followed by The Rose Labyrinth. Both books are my favorite combination of period mixed with contemporary wrapped up in magic realism with a side order of
mystery for fun. Fine literature they are not, but fun they were.
After polishing off my book stash and still in the grips of said nasty cold, I wondered what I else I could do that required virtually no physical exertion. My attention went to the file cabinet in the corner, jam packed with old photos, all the legal stuff from all the houses we've ever owned, maps and more maps, along with bills and check stubs - old and new. It was the old photos that piqued my curiosity.
I started at the back of the bottom drawer - the oldest of the old. I pulled out stacks of old envelopes filled with prints and negatives. But here is where I stalled out. I marveled at all the addresses on the envelopes - amazing how many different places I've lived. We figured at one point, we had moved 18 times in 14 years - oof. Then, thumbing through the photos, I realized so many family and friends now gone. When I noticed the cover of one of the envelopes, I stopped ... "Magic Moments".
I know this is part of what the dark days of winter are all about .... purging, introspection, hunkering down. I stopped plundering through the photos. I sat in the midst of the pile thinking back to all the people I've lost during my life. I've had an astrologer and a psychic both comment on the number of connections I have 'on the other side'. It's my life and as such seems normal, but I realized there's probably not that many people who've lost friends by a crazed neighbor with a high powered rifle, who emerged from his house (on my old street) and took aim on the neighborhood kids, killing two, including my brother's best friend, and wounding two. The next day at school was wrenching, everyone chattering about the murders, me sitting in class silently biting my nails and trying not to cry.
Hmmmmm, so this is where looking at old photos took me. You could probably guess, but I found I wasn't ready to part with any of those old pictures. I've debated about digressing in this not so cheery direction. This blog is a way for me to process my stuff, but just as important, it's a way to share what made me who I am today. Current events are fun and compelling, but the back story provides substance and maybe a bit of insight.
Magic moments, indeed.
blessings - kvk
p.s. I was looking for some music that might tie into the time frame of my magic moments recollections and this seems to fit nicely. My brother used to torture me with the Incredible String Band's album, Wee Tam. Well at the time it seemed like torture. Forty years adds a bit of perspective and I can look back and be ever so thankful for my big brother expanding my musical horizons.
once again - with enormous gratitude for everything that has made me who I am this day.....