I made a list yesterday of things I wanted to accomplish.
C.C., my beloved, is away on business for a few days. It’s me and Beaumont, the Sheepadoodle and my daughter’s cat Zoë, who is visiting while her parents are away. (Unfortunately, Marley the Great Cat has not yet returned.)
Home alone. Uncharted time. Why not make a list of things I want to accomplish?
My Home Alone ToDo List
1. Wake up when I feel like it.
2. Lay in bed and savour the morning and a latte in bed.
3. Have a leisurely bath.
4. Go to river and play with Beaumont. (repeat as necessary later in day)
5. Go to store to buy ball to replace one lost in river. (We lost two yesterday.)
6. Dance by myself. Done. (repeat as necessary)
7. Read a book.
8. Relax and watch the river flow by.
9. Organize front hall closet.
10. Change the bedding.
12. Relax and watch the river flow by.
I accomplished 1 – 8 with ease. Jumped to No. 12 several times throughout the day and never did get to No.s 9, 10 and 11. But I did add one more item.
13. Get creating.
My studio downstairs is not yet set up. It’s planned for September when our contractor has time to comeback and start building.
I still need to create.
And that’s the beauty of a 15ft island and the house to myself.
Not being able to access my art journals — somewhere buried in a box they wait for me to find them — I wasn’t sure what I wanted to create.
I had a ‘needs list’.
- It had to be free flowing.
- I didn’t want to go into anything with a plan. I just wanted to ‘let it happen’.
- It had to be tactile.
- I wanted to feel the work. To not paint a ‘scene’ as much as create a feeling, a sense of being immersed in the process.
- It needed to be soft and romantic.
- I wasn’t into harsh colours or straight lines. I wanted soft tones, muted melding together of colours and lines.
As I was scouring my ‘studio-to-be’ space, I found a box from a hairdryer I’d bought some time ago. It is sturdy, is a perfect small treasure-box size, and has a unique opening. I also found a rolled up tube of all my rice papers as well as naturally made papers and decided to bring it up along with a few paints, pens, inks and other supplies.
And now, my island is a creative mess. A centre for free-flow expression of my desire to simply be present to myself, to the process, to the wonderment and awe of letting the muse have her way with me.
I had a day all to myself yesterday. Aside from saying ‘Thank-you’ to the young woman at the checkout counter at Chapters when I went to see if they had a new issue of Somerset Studio (they didn’t but they did have a beautiful book of Embers, a collection of Ojibway meditations by the late Richard Wagamese), the only people I spoke with were other dog owner’s at the river and both my sisters on the phone.
It was a day of meditation, restoration, and creation.
A day to be present in the stillness of being one with the universe around me.
What do you do to restore your equilibrium? How do you sink into your core and connect to your creative essence? How do you enter the stillness?