This could also be titled The Move #1385. I'm getting comfortable with fluidity and the maelstrom of moving into our new home which remains largely a beautiful space on a building site. It's easy to let those other "things" happen at the cost of studio time and arts practice. I'm inspired, a lot, by that deeper understanding that everything will always be needing attention and there will always be something or someone wanting to divert attention from the studio. To make sure it doesn't happen, I'm keeping tabs on my studio time, and more importantly my commitment to at least 1.5 hours a day (so that's 10+ hours a week worst case scenario) that I'm immersed in what grows my soul and brings me joy. The kind of joy where I lose all sense of time, and it's only the aching bones that suggest it's time to stop. That wondrous feeling of being immersed to the point of no distraction. When I'm in that space, I'm a better person and better able to deal with the necessary intrusions and interactions that simply happen.
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