Yesterday was the first day of Spring and I spent the day spring cleaning my studio. I felt like it was New Year’s Day all over again, like I am just waking up from a long winter’s nap. And it feels wonderful.
For so long now I have been complaining talking about the weather, as if it were the only thing that matters. My apologies to you all. I think I’m done now, plans are forming in my head, I may even feel a creative tingling or two. Apparently, that portion of my life had been frozen along with my toes.
Now it is time to peel off the layers, expose some new skin (which, I must warn, may blind you) and soak up some energy. Time to move, time to sing, time to clean and sort and straighten and let go. Of things I don’t need, things I don’t want, and the things that keep getting in my way.
Not a clean slate so much as a freshly washed chalkboard.
It’s time to make some new marks, plant some new seeds, grow up and out instead of in and under. Time to dip those toes into fresh new waters.
I don’t know what took me so long to get here this year, but I suppose that really, it doesn’t matter.
What matters is where I go from here. And since I seem to have come a little late to this year’s party, I’m just going to have to dive right in, maybe even do a little catching up.
But that’s okay, those waters don’t look too deep, and besides,
just look at all those sparkles.
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