It's December 1st. I've been thinking for a few days about writing a post during the month of November (Somehow, keeping the blog current, ie: at least one post per month, seems like the "right" thing to do, but really, whatever. Is anyone reading? Doesn't matter.), but then, I just didn't. I've been feeling worn out and low-down lately for a number of reasons.
|Peru and Me, communing in the 1st Chakra|
garden on my last day at Willka T'ika.
Anyway, when I returned, I had this great homecoming with Christian, enjoyed the beauty and cleanliness of my home, partied late into the night with some new friends, celebrated my birthday(!!!!) ...and then, Trump was elected president.
|...this seems to be the general consensus|
in my neighborhood.
|mural beginnings after measuring |
& chalking lines for 2 days
On the first day after that reality struck, I spent my day painting a mural on my friends, Russ and Shannon's Salon. The exterior wall facing the alley was in pretty bad shape, so we decided, before I left for Peru, that I would paint the mural when I returned from my trip. It was good to be outside and doing physical labor - I called it Art Labor and Heart Therapy - after the election result shock. So I spent the next 3 days measuring and prepping to paint. We visited our friend in Portland for a long weekend. That was awesome because I love him and I love our other friends that we got to see there - so a little pick-me-up. Then I worked for 3 more long days on the mural, trying to get it done before the temps of mid Nov. start to plummet. So hard on my body! So beautiful a result though...
|The golden goodness of simple patterns, textile style on Russ Salon, 3221 East Colfax Ave. Denver, CO 80206. I am super proud of this great, big achievement. ...I'm also grateful for friends who trust that art and beauty matter!|
Anyway, all this to say, I didn't really get to process the trip to Peru. So much psychological and emotional shifting took place because of traveling by myself to such an awesome place, and I had some really important things to process, and I still feel like I'm hanging out in liminal space with all of it still unsettled (Run! Run-on sentence!). Feeling unsettled always makes me feel depressed. The cold weather of November's second half has been rough. Thank goodness for Thanksgiving! I needed that fun, fun time with tight friends and totally delicious, incredible, artful food. All along, I've also been in the midst of work for our friend Caroline's new restaurant. Christian did the architecture and we worked together on the interior finishes, much of which will be handled by my very own hands. I'm into that. That also means I'm missing working on my own artwork. The cross stitch sits untouched for about 2 months now. I find it hard to get back on that wagon - it feels like the feeling of starting a new project, like having to take the leap again.
So, if you're out there, reading this, and it occurs to you to think of me, send me some loving encouragement vibes. I'm working really hard, but I'm not feeling the flow or just feeling good, and the lack of specificity around that issue feeds into some weird, self destructive internal thinking.
I need what the Peruvians call, Munay - "love and will."
|Just makes sense to end with an image of this precious sheep, Obobo who lived where I last stayed in Peru. He was such a comfort and a delight to me when I was alone and wasn't feeling well. Just thinking of him makes me feel a little better.|