I've had lots more fun/progress with Masks. I never have enough time to write, or garden, or do art ....Sometimes what I pick shows how much of a priority that takes above the other things, but sometimes it means the opposite. When a project gets too overwhelming or goes too deep or takes me to scary places, it's funny how important my other stuff becomes.
Which works okay, but I have to be really careful that I come back and finish what I began. Otherwise, eventually everything that I care about will be put on a backburner until that fictional time period where it will no longer challenge me. I can't live and create in fictional time. I have to do that in real time. I have to work hard and get my hands dirty in the garden. I have to sit my butt in the chair and write. I have to get out my ground and my medium and work them together until I finish (or give up, more likely, but at least I'll have gotten to a place where I'm doing more harm than good and I can set it aside satisfied that I've taken it as far as my skills allow.)
And now I really do have to find out why my dogs are freaking out. Could it be a deer eating my roses? Time to get my flashlight (wah, it's all the way upstairs!) and go outside (but it's cooooollllddd out there!) and check it out.
'Cause intent without action means all the roses will be gone tomorrow. I love them too much to let that happen. I guess that's the difference between infatuation and love. Follow through.
1 comment:
So true, so true.
Thanks for the inspiration.
:-)
Josh
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