Friday, December 16, 2005

Whew

Ok. For the first time in 10 days we are alone in our house. Add the previous week of internal turmoil to that and..... how did we get to December 16 already? Now that we're here, do we get a tree? Wreathes for the front doors? Space to take a deep breath? The "Miracle of the Month" prize for still being together after that insane ride?

Now it feels really good that NO ONE will be visiting for the holidays.

No sooner was my brother's butt out the door than I had the smudge pan fired up, clearing our space. Now to clear the space inside me.

Time for a walk on the beach.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

up and out

Well. The class process was a disaster. I'm hoping the actual class went well enough for the students. MH and I hit bottom, then found a deeper bottom, then scraped around and bottomed out some more.

There were strange results from all this trauma.

He's going to go find his own office. I get to move back upstairs into mine.

Last week I found three O'Keeffe prints, all taupe and black and white, and I knew they were for my office and I had no idea what that meant. Now I know. I ordered all three prints. They will lead the recreation of my office space. Taupe walls! White trim! Clean, crisp, clear edges. Good bye lavender and pastel Monets. Hello edges. Hello creation space.

Goodbye to a year of confusion and hello to the rebirth of my business.

MY business.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

finding my voice

It's been a totally lost week, immersed in the trauma of re-writing a workbook with my husband. We couldn't be much more polarized about the topic if we tried; and we're supposed to teach this material holding a vibrant creation space for our advanced students. Sure.

But by last night we could talk about it without bloodshed and this afternoon I escaped to the beauty of the back yard and the wildlife of the canal. And I sat and wrote. And I wrote from such a different place in me, such a different voice, just a few brief pages on the mysteries of vision.

And now I'm in such a different space, somehow detached from it all, somehow initiated. Like I didn't know where to start, so it started for me.

Now to keep things going.