When I create art or write regularly a feeling of clarity emerges, a knowing that the reason I enjoy living this life has almost as much to do with sharing it as it does with living it.
Yet there are times when it feels boring, or, as is the case right now, it feels like there is so much to share and I’ll never be able to fit it all in. There are so many pieces, parts and connections, and as bizarre as it sounds, I lose track of where to start.
There is a lot going here this summer, more so than usual on account of the fact that we’re moving. Not off the ranch - heavens no, not yet. But we’re moving out of our farm house and into a new shop building. At the moment half our belongings are ‘out there’ and half are still in the house, which is lending to a feeling of not knowing what’s next or what to make happen next.
The day to day of the ranch is happening by rote routine and because I have a dog here for training and our annual herding clinic is coming up, I’m working stock dogs every day. But I have not been in the art room on a consistent basis and so feel that arm of creativity losing ground. I want it back.
I have several new photos on the camera but it is ‘out there’ and I don’t know where the camera to computer cord is at the moment so I’m going with an older photo from the files because I know you’ll understand and that you enjoy them regardless. Bless you for that, because a critical part of sharing is having someone to share with.