The May goddesses are coming along quite nicely and shouldn't have any issues being packed up on Friday and shipped to their glorious eastern destination. This makes me so *happy*.
I'm coming to terms with the fact that though we're being treated for acute bronchitis with asthma pharms because of the symptoms, which are really much like allergy symptoms...this may be a viral cough that will run it's nasty course for several months. When I heard this news during my second visit at the medical office today, I had to ease myself into planning for the worst. The news is that my lungs are clear of rib cracks, pleurisy, pneumonia, and anything else the good doctor could think of to check for. I'm on a steroidal inhaler for the inflammation, which is causing my chest and back to really hurt and I see an allergist next week. On one hand, this is madness! And on the other (paw) I can deal. I may be limping along but there is very good medicine for me in being down.
I received an email today about the Hounds of More More More, and it made me think of all of my adventuresome canine references here. It spoke of keeping the dogs at bay, those who demand we sniff out every shrub and inspiring trail, running ourselves into the ground as we try to pick up each scent that calls seductively to follow it.
I prefer to think of this as the direct line to the Muse, but that I get to say NO to 50% of her crazy suggestions. Or even more than 50...maybe even 80.
I had big plans this year. I was going to really make tracks and establish myself a bit deeper as an artist. Some of those plans have fallen through on their own and others I just haven't sat down to. I know that they'll be there when I'm ready. What this year has been teaching me so far is to get my priorities straight. Without health in place, very little matters.
Seems all over my corner of the blogosphere, there are messages to slow down and to reevaluate popping up. A collective message might be to carve out our own paths, on our own schedules...to nevermind the competition, and to trust that when our expressions are realized, that it will be in the perfect time.
I'm taking to referring to what I'm doing in this studio as simply *making art* again. Calling it work, as I have been doing, somehow raises the urgency/obligation factor and lessens the fulfillment element. As long as I'm making art and taking care of my basic needs as they come up, I think I'll be okay. The soul knows nothing of commerce and e-course, of branding and agents, representation and liquid assets.
Back to square one I go, or maybe, it's a new square I've never even been on before.
What's cookin' in your soul kitchen?
