Yes we go ahead and go to ball games, birthday parties, make baby blankets and do a half way job of the essentials of life-but something, everything is just so out of wack.
I am beginning to think that there is hope that the real me is still here, a little changed, a little torn and wounded, but still here, and if I want to create anything any more- really create then I need to get a hold of myself and somehow take charge of what I can so that I can go forth with singing.
So this morning, I went into my quilt room. It was time to take a blunt look and where it has ended up on this disasterous void that I have been living in. So Lets see------
This is really sad. Once this was the doorway to adventure, fun and smiles. Now its just a receptical of what ifs.?
How on earth did I slip so far into oblivion?
There is still a cutting table there!
This moveable work table just needs some order restored and putaway party.
There is something on the design board so it looks like I sneak and crawl into this cayotic room and try to work.
Now . NOW. Its time to get a handle on things, start clearing my mind and really, REALLY work again.
And thats just what I need to do.
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