Cleaning: the only thing to do when the muse won’t come.
Well I took a 3-week hiatus from the blog and the regular flow of life and art. I spent time with family and friends and had both hectic and restful days in the mix. The idea of a vacation, or at least the ideal, is to go away and break the patterns and get reenergized and renewed. That’s all good and there is definitely a piece of that in taking a break but another piece of it is messy. I mean literally messy. For the weeks before vacation there is all the hustle and bustle of getting ready to be gone and then upon return all the putting away sorting and through what didn’t get done. When I returned to my house and my studio and regular life and time, after the Christmas tree came down and the furniture was put back in place, there was an underlying uneasiness, an unsettled feeling, I couldn’t keep on task, and I certainly could get anything creative done. For me there was only one solution, cleaning. The layer of dust in my house was daunting; I had been able to disregard it in the low and lovely light from the Christmas tree, but no more. There was no ignoring now. It doesn’t help that we are having an unusually warm January; with the screen door open in the middle of the day…there was nothing better to kick my creative malaise than to don the rubber gloves, fill up the bucket with detergent and arm myself with a hearty stack of rags. Five laborious hours later from ceiling fan to baseboard, my house was clean. All that sweeping, scrubbing and dusting set this teetering porcelain vase that is my emotional self squarely back on a firm dust-free shelf ready to be filled. Now my studio!
This is a favorite poem by Rumi that is about being swept out whether you are ready or not and embracing what comes. It seemed to fit my mood for the week, hope it inspires you too.
The Guest house
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Over the break my husband, Jack, revised my website, adding to the Mandala Challenge page as well as a new page of iPad art. Check it out lisathorpe.com