As I write, I see the neighbour's sheets billowing in the wind as they hang on the line to dry.
I went for an hour-long walk today - nowhere fancy just the usual paths. I didn't listen to music, just the wind in the trees and the birds, footsteps and breath. I felt the coolness in the air, watched over the ferns growing in an old wall and the dappled light filtering down into the old railway path.
I have been down lately and my foundation, askew.
So it's time to build the foundation back up, slowly, mindfully. Walking alone in nature is one way I can do this and as autumn approaches yet again, walking is a proven and tested remedy to the extra darkness that will come soon enough.
I have been hard-pressed to find inspiration (whatever that is) and that makes it harder to create anything.
So, I am taking creating anything off the table for now. My new goal (thanks to a friend) is to just make marks for a while each day. Inspiration is really a habit and so many of our habits have been challenged. I am no different. So I set a timer for 15 minutes and made marks and enjoyed it enough that I set the timer for another 15 and made more marks and then I went for my walk. And this is how I will return to something that I can depend on. I'll walk and make marks.
The Abstractionistas have a couple of exhibitions planned for October and November and we are excited. But more on that next week.
For now, make marks, walk, rebuild (again).