This morning I got up and wanted to begin working on some new jewelry in preparation for a fall pre-holiday sale. All summer long I have unable to get into any kind of a creative mode. I can put something together but there is no magic in it. I start to work on something and find I have displaced tools, findings or stones. It is so frustrating. I loved being lost in the creative flow,it hasn't happened in awhile.
I remember discussing this with my Aunt a number of months ago. She is primary caregiver for her husband and at the time we spoke was having some trouble getting into her writers mode. She is an accomplished poet. So this morning, I thought I would see how she is doing. My Aunt is probably one of the, if not the most, beloved people in my life, from the time I first met her. I believe I was 5,maybe 6.
She said that "yes, she had been writing a lot" She finds coziness in the routine of care giving a loved one. A peace in the hours that her husband sleeps and she can write.
It makes me think of the days here. There is a definite repetitiveness of the days, but I never thought of them as comforting, so maybe I need to revisit that. I guess I can accept that my alone time is before Mom wakes and just be in it, instead of worrying if I have enough time to............ and I know that while certain programs are on, I have freedom. I sit with Mom and either nap or read while she dozes through the afternoon. Maybe I need to rethink things and get into coziness instead of concern? As always, thanks Aunt Bonnie for your positive outlook and loving attitude.
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