when i hatched the idea for 365 altars, it was on the fly – an impromptu project that appealed to me in many ways and for many reasons. (we’ll talk later.) but then i began to think too darn much, and before long, i’d thought myself right into the sideline bleachers. but here i am, back today with renewed commitment to persevering, even in the throes of uncertainty.
and to mark this occasion, i choose this particular cloth-in-progress. i’ve been working on it a good little while – in fits of starts and stops. i get to a place of blankness and stop, laying it down to work on something else a while, then like magic, i see what to do next with this cloth, so back into my hands it flies until the next blankness.
such is the nature of creativity, me thinks, ephemeral cauldrons swirling with alternating bouts of certainty and uncertainty, stitched together with a commitment to “simply” stay with it until the blankness is a certainty that you’ve reached the finish line and you raise your head to see a path, a doorway, breadcrumbs leading to what’s next . . .
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beautiful, I love this project and love contributing when I can, when the altars appear…love you.
your poems and posts are altars in my book, sugar . . .
Ahh. You always manage to sum up the un-sum-up-able: “such is the nature of creativity, me thinks, ephemeral cauldrons
swirling with alternating bouts of certainty and uncertainty, stitched
together with a commitment to “simply” stay with it” thanks for the reminder. It’s a beautiful thought, as is the cloth.
thank you, sugar. you’re such a peach, and i like you more and more and more.
p.s. i got the instagram 5-things-about-me (thank you), and as soon as i figure out how you did that notes page and posted it as a photo, i’ll surely respond.
Ha! It’s easy. Write your list out any way you can and snap a photo of it. If you want to use notes then when you’re done just press the home and off button (if you’re using an iPhone) and that will take a picture of the notes page n your screen.
like birthing a nebula.. your creativity needs fits and spurts..
i love the way you talk, sugar.
You so described the last four weeks of my life. WELL SAID. 🙂
oh sugar. i adore you.