I’m full of things I cannot say and they are bubbling inside me, making me want to scream with the misery that is being an adult who tries to be sensitive to others and make her way reasonably smoothly through social interactions.
So.
I need to mosaic. I need to do something that has no pressure involved, that creates that strange state of meditation where you do mindless, repetitive work that somehow draws from the deepest part of your being to create something new. I need to not think about any of the stress points in my life.
This weekend, by golly, I’m going to the studio and I’m going to mosaic my heart out. And I’m going to love it.
Good for you! I hope you have a great time creating.
Odd how I’ve been craving cross-stitch lately, for the exact same reason. Sigh.
Awesome! What studio?
I know that place so well. I intend to fill it up this weekend with a session of bobbin tossing… er, lacemaking, that is.