my life as a pack mule
packing it up today for our second move to interim housing. as a young adult i never imagined that i would live in fifteen different homes between the age of 19-34...moving is one of those things that is just a part of life for me. i'm a busybody and i like the fresh, clean slate that a new living space provides.
i want to slow this down now that we have miles. change is so less easy to bear as a child.
going back to my mountain means going back to my tribe. those people in that community which money cannot buy. you know who you are.
all of my art supplies and books are packed. the baby is sleeping now, giving me an unexpected opportunity to breathe deeply and feel the sparks igniting in my tired bones.
this morning the roosters cock-a-doodled and the crop dusters zoomed softly over. no more waking in the night to the sounds of carrot trucks humming at four am and every dog in the neighborhood barking. instead, the sweet interruption of sleep will be of wild dogs and owls hoo-hooing. i look forward to waking up to squirrels scolding one another (as if someone came dragging in late the night before and is now getting his cold acorn pushed in front of him).
a new environment can be just what one needs to spark some much needed creativity. tell me what your environment looks like. what one or two things are staples in your creative space? what can you advise, that i may not already have tried, in order to settle in more quickly and comfortably?