Sunday, March 2, 2014
Winter Cocooning and Sketching . . .
But I have a reserve of sleep and rest to draw on because . . .
A week ago Friday, my husband and I rode the boat "to town" for a yoga class, and that afternoon, my good friend Alison stopped by for a glass of wine and a lovely catch-up chat. From then, until Thursday -- six whole days! -- when I went into town for another yoga class, I stayed home, going out only for a run or a walk or to shovel the walk or fetch in firewood.
My skills as an artist are obviously very limited (do pop over and see what Lorrie's done with her far superior skills, having taken my friend Alison's course on the Illustrated Journal -- scroll down to the second entry). But I hope this little sketch is going to remind me how important it is to make time for unwinding, for breathing, for making space. Making time for making space . . . I tend to berate myself if I'm not "doing" -- I feel guilty, accuse myself of laziness. But sometimes the body and the mind just need recharging. Puttering is productive in its own uncanny way. A lesson I keep relearning.
I was surprised, quite honestly, at how loath I was, even at the end of a week, to leave my home, to re-enter the world, even though I was headed, Friday morning, to Vancouver. First stop, lunch with my lovely, lovely sister at Le Crocodile, a little habit we're getting into, every couple of months now, a habit I love. Opera Saturday night. A chance to do my long Saturday morning run over far more interesting terrain than our little island can offer.
Still, part of me wonders how much longer I could have absorbed the creative quiet of my little nest. Part of me knows that I unplugged from the charger with the battery not completely topped up.
A very good start, though.
What about you? Are you content with your own company for long? Or would five days' isolation drive you stark raving you-know-what?