I have throw rugs in the washer, inked tiles drying, bed sort of made, nothing in particular I care about doing. That is not to say there aren’t things that should be done – just that I don’t care about doing them. Right now. Maybe later.
So I’ve decided to sit down at the keyboard, let my fingers do what they want with whatever my consciousness, or semi-consciousness, comes up with. It’s anybody’s guess.
On the news last night they were talking about how many people would really like to get away from the gift giving at Christmas, and focus more on time together with loved ones. My Kat and Gep and I decided a couple of years ago not to exchange gifts. But Kat and I were not so good at that, so we still gave what we called “token” gifts. This year, we have agreed that the only gifts we will give to each other will be in the form of each of us planning a meal, buying what’s necessary for that meal, and preparing the meal during their time at home for the holidays. Sounds good to me. Besides my grown children, there are only one or two people that I occasionally give a gift, but I have decided that it’s much more fun, and with much less pressure, to simply give a gift if something seems made just for that person, just because I want to, anytime of year. I’m curious how you all feel about that.
I read an article a few days ago written by Tara Isabella Burton entitled “Spiritual but not Religious”. I found it very interesting, and I suspect that might be where I fit. I believe in a higher power, and I believe it doesn’t really matter what that higher power is called – whether it be God, Yahweh, Allah, Genesis, or any other name. Isn’t it really all the same? There is a deity of some kind, a deity with power, grace, love, a larger-than-life parent. Our beliefs stem from our culture, our upbringing, our experiences, where we are in life. It’s having a faith that matters, for me.
I have been playing with inks again – at some point before long I am going to have to decide what on earth I’m going to do with all of these tiles. They’re stacking up. I’ve changed my method of finishing them, switching to a heat tolerant varnish so they could be used for display or as a trivet. I tried clear gloss engine enamel, which is very heat resistant, and was successful with it a couple of times. It appears, however, that the time between coats is critical, sooner rather than later being best, because I started getting a crackle-type finish on my later ones. They still work as a trivet, just have a different finish. Tiles are my favorite surface, although I do some on Yupo or photo paper for greeting cards. Someday I might even market some, except when I make an active effort to sell what I’ve done it starts to feel like a job and I lose my feeling of creativity. Time will tell, as it will with so many things.
Shasta and I have been going for afternoon walks. It amazes me how quickly a dog develops a sense of routine and now around 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon, she comes to me, bouncing up and down, barking with her excited, shrill, hurts-the-ears bark, letting me know it’s time. “It’s time, mom! Get up, come on, we have to go!” Our walks are in the neighborhood and are short, but yesterday we did lengthen it. We both need the exercise, my mirror tells me, and Shasta spends less time wandering the yard since Bailey was less inclined to go walking, and now without Bailey. We are adjusting, and it’s going just fine.
I think now I’ll go look for my sense of humor, since it seems to be off somewhere quiet, probably slumbering. The sun is shining and inside I do not feel the cold, so chuckles should be coming from my brain, one would think. Wouldn’t one?
I’ll leave you with a tile I did this morning – one of a series I’m calling “Skies”, simply because I’m practicing doing skies with personality. Reality not required. What the scan of the tile does not show is the silver streaks in the sky, because, you know, reality not required.