It is hard to believe three months have passed since I last wrote a post on my website.
What a wild ride 2020 has been thus far!
For the past five years or so, my rhythm has been to take a break from printing in July and August and restore my creative juices. Three years ago I spent two weeks at Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Deer Isle, Maine, creatively immersed, learning how to handbuild figures in clay.
Last year, I spent one weekend at Arundel Farm Gallery near Kennebunk, Maine, learning how to make white line woodblock prints.
This year has been an entirely different story.
In February I learned the two spots on the skin of my nose, which seemed not to heal, were cancer. Around this same time the COVID-19 pandemic erupted. In early March, I had the cancer spots surgically removed and received a clean bill of health. At this same time, my husband and I also were in the early throes of following COVID-19 precautions — self-isolating, wearing masks and social distancing — as were millions of people around the world.
In June, my husband and I learned the property on which our beautiful apartment of eight years was located had been put on the market. In July, we began looking for a new home. Two weeks ago, in mid-August, we moved to a new home in Portsmouth. Yes, amazing. Lots of support from family and friends. The stars were definitely in alignment.
My desire and energy to create has been at a low this year which I have not felt for more than 20 years. It seems the craziness of these times — nationally and internationally — and added stresses in my personal life have done a fine job of zapping my creative juices. Still, I continue to put one foot in front of the other: reading, knitting. This post is the most writing I’ve done in months. It’s the best I can do. I’m unpacking lots of boxes, settling into our beautiful new home. Not major creative activity. Still, certainly meditative.
I know the seeds of creativity are being planted this year. I have no idea when and how these seeds will sprout and bloom.