I discovered years ago that I love doing things with my hands more than with my brain- that overloaded organ which has never served me especially well, anyhow. It's taken me a long time to see my life unfold as a reflection of that, but each time I discover something new to make with my hands that puts me into a trance-like state (not unlike a meditation) I am jarred awake with the reminder of "Hey! This is a huge part of who you are, woman!".
I admit to wearing gloves while gardening and because I grope people's soft tissue for grocery money, I tend to be a little protective of my hands. But I have to share that I'm having so much fun daringly pounding away on rivets, copper sheeting, wire and anything else I can bang a hammer with! When you've got an obsession with texture and touching everything (including aftorementioned tissue), a fun new medium is the bomb freakin diggity.
As time keeps marching forward, my belly is going to start getting in the way of what I do for vittles. I have been thinking about retiring after the holidays, which means giving up my coveted room at what I think is the loveliest spa in town...I'm thinking it is time for a leap into a more creative life's work. Of course, I'm being influenced by my recent getaway, Kelly Rae's & Swirly's new books, and a vibrantly renewed community that rallies effortlessly in favor of making what you love what you do.
It will be exciting to witness all that continues to unfurl post-Squam for everyone. As I check in with those who were there, I am reminded of how blessed I feel to be caught up in the creative whirlwind that is taking place for all of us.
