Things have been quieter than usual around here recently. I came back from Philadelphia and came down with a cold that took my voice for over a week. Sometimes our bodies decide it's time for rest and reflection, and there's no arguing.
Now there's a fall chill in the air. Time to start thinking about putting the garden to bed and enjoying the art barn while the weather is still warm enough.
Instead, deadlines loom for a huge project (of my own choosing, fortunately). I'm stuck in my studio, working at computers on documents and packaging while sunny days pass by outside.
Feeling a strong need for completion. Wanting to move back into a more free flowing creative realm again.