Thank you, Mercury, for getting your butt out of retrograde. I've had enough of your shenanigans. Finally recovered from some ailments which had me down for the count. I am giving them the finger and started walking again. Not being able to walk for a few weeks made me realize how important they were to my mental health and my creativity. I didn't realize how jammed up I was until I got in the brisk air, under my beloved trees again. The Japanese call it Shinrin-yoku, or Forest Bathing. Isn't that the most wonderful term? It's the "healing medicine of being in the forest".
From Salem, MA, 1791.
My friends the trees spoke to me this morning and gave me an idea for some new work. It's a modern riff on the needlepoint sampler. It's still percolating, but it has something to do with embroidery, tiny ceramic pieces - something to do with tiny houses and stitched words. Do I know how to embroider? Uh...no. But, as usual, when I don't know how to do something, I just plop into the deep end and figure it out as I go, making a gajillion mistakes and often drawing blood.
Enemy time and I will have to declare a cease fire.