I feel a bit like my sewing machine...only my speed is closer to the turtle's pace and position - just near enough to catch a tail wind without actually being swept up in it.
Words and phrases keep floating in the swirl that is my creative mind at the moment - taproot, connectedness, being, serendipity, hope, peace, be present, be here now, who is Jan Baker?
Memories of Santa Fe and stitching summits play along side the words. Visions of work yet to be created beckon me to the studio while life pulls me away
and declares that it is time to do this or that or another thing before I can steal away to the studio.
I know that studio time will come but with the beginning of the holiday season upon us, my brain is screaming
WHEN??? WHEN??? WHEN???
And that's when a little voice inside my head meekly points out that over the last few days the dining room has been my studio as I measured, pinned, cut, sewed and ironed slipcovers and sashes for our dining room chairs and that the time doing so was time well spent. And that little voice would be correct, but shhh....don't tell her.