Self Care

Self care is what my very smart daughter calls it. It simply means taking time to care for ourselves. We've all heard it before, if we can't care for ourselves we probably won't do a very good job of caring for others.

Doing art shows requires an ability to switch back and forth between extreme contrasts - gracefully. The joy of acceptance into a show. The crush of being rejected. The unimaginable work to  prep and pack for a  show, set up with everything you need only to...sit...patiently...pleasantly...through...all...types...of...weather...and...customers...GRACEFULLY!

One needs to have deep reserves to weave through the show season. Self care during the months of winter hibernation  builds those vital stores of reserves. Sort of like fabulous root cellars of our grandmother's day. All those fruits and vegetables loving harvested and preserved for another day when the family needs them.  All those jars of promise, waiting to fulfill their destiny, to nourish the body and soul.

I was hungry for companionship. With the help of some terrific maker-women-friends, I'm now part of a sweet little circle of inspiring and encouraging new sistas. I needed to move my body more. I got myself back to the Y where I'm swimming again---oh the sheer joy! This little blue bracelet I made for myself! I adore the blue of these recycled glass beads from Ghana. Now when I look down at my wrist, this little bracelet peeks back up at me and winks it's blue sky endless possibilities back at me. Self Care.

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