As I settle back into the studio after an amazing Artist in Residency in Montana (coupled with 8 off the charts Art Shows) I'm realizing that my succulent garden did not receive the right amount of neglect the last few months. It seems like a perfect metaphor for the fervor of life post quarantine compared to the quiet certitude of closed and canceled life.
I'm wondering if you also miss the slower pace? I admit, with all the going here and going there, I was so overstimulated with ALL THE ACTUAL PEOPLE, that I missed connecting with MY PEOPLE, you, in the way we connected before.
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Now I’m going to let you in on a little secret. At my house, the end of every argument is ended and put to rest, FOREVER, with a Hug. Sometimes, when thoughts and emotions are too much to tame and explain, we just say, “Can we Hug it out?” Sometimes, it takes some real arguing to get there, and other times it’s fast tracked. Now, you gotta know, it’s perfectly acceptable for either party to say “No.” It hurts a little, mostly a lot, but it’s about respecting someone's boundaries and allowing them the space to decide when they want to move on.
