Creative Chaos vs: Control. Woooooiiiii!!! Some days it all seems like too much. When your two year old (soon to be 3, trust me, it’s big trouble when I don’t clarify) spills an entire bowl of beads on the floor and walks away saying “I don’t know how dat happon”. This of course, after she cries incessantly for the beads because she is after all, a beader. You hesitate and concede insisting that she stay in one place (i.e., at the table) and not carry the bowl of about a million beads around so that it spills to the floor. When you step out to the line to hang laundry only to be attacked by ants who apparently formed a nest right under your foot since the last time you pinned wet clothes. When you find out that one of the most upstanding citizens in your district (who is not yet “old”) passed away this weekend. When your finances aren’t necessarily putting their best side forward. When the studio looks like a hurricane passed through in your absence. etc… Need I go on?
That’s the time to throw your hands up and surrender to creative chaos. Something better must come. Grab the broom, some anti-sting/itch gel, buy a quart of rum (a Jamaican tradition) and plan to attend a funeral, do some creative financing and as for the studio, this too shall pass. Insert deep breath here.
I know, I know, I just encouraged you to pack a bag and head to the veranda. And I still think this sounds like a heavenly idea. A word to the wise, be prepared for damage control when you return. That’s the thing, there is no escape. Not really.
So, for today, I am feeling out of control, (which indeed, we all ultimately are). And that is gonna have to be okay. I will do what I can before heading out again to take care of some family business and maybe even have a little fun this weekend. Prioritizing is key. Two hands can only pick up so many beads. I am keeping my hands busy and planning to dirty them up a bit in the studio today. This is the only way I know to reinstate the calm. When everything spins way out I spin in by creating and surrendering to the creative chaos/goddess/universe/etc…
One Love, out of control… P.S. Did I mention the guinea pig is pregnant?