I wanted to reblog this wonderful post which was directed to me by a friend. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
I am quiet this morning and waiting. The day, crisp and blue, beckons yet I do not dress, call the dogs, and venture forth. The novel is with an editor and until she gets back to me, there is little to do. Unlike many, I have never been able to take on more than one project at a time.
In the studio, work awaits — another commission and a replacement piece for a sculpture recently sold — but I am in no hurry to finish them. In spite of my deadlines, waiting is exactly what I need. Every field must go fallow for a time.
Over the years, I’ve learned to enjoy the quiet moments and savor the richness of days without intent. Noticing more, slightly stirred by currents above and below the surface, I am heightened without the frenetic energy that generally accompanies my creative outpourings.
These are the times I…
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