Humble Pie

I've done the basic Artist's Way program half a dozen times, and thouroughly enjoyed the process. I have to confess, though, that every single time I find a way around the *no reading* week. I rationalize, I justify, I wriggle out of it.
I humbly apologize.
The Universe had enough of this behavior and finally decided there would be NO READING for an entire week, minimum. My glasses went off to Austria, and mysteriously did not pass Quality Control. They will not be shipped back until tomorrow. I am simply UNABLE to read.
I've had a massive migraine for a week, the longest I've ever had to endure this level of pain.
Yum. That humble pie tastes mighty fine.
I think I've had my fill.
Just to be sure this doesn't happen again, I'm changing my ways.
Tomorrow.
When I get my glasses back.
I will never again take reading for granted, nor discount the solitude it affords me.
I realize now what a delicious cocoon of avoidance I have wrapped myself in.
I'm ready to do the butterfly dance and spread my wings instead of hiding in my reading cave.
Reading about art is NOT the same thing as making art.
Reading about the importance of writing a thousand words a day every day is fabulous,
but I need to Just DO it.
Daughter bird has been home for Fall break, and this weekend my nest was full of JOY.
Both the kids continue to astound and astonish me with the incredible progress they have made.
I did indeed complete my Fair Isle sampler, complete with cut steek, button bands, facings and EVERYTHING. A tip of my hat to Nancy Shroyer. If you have a chance to take a class with her, I highly recommend the experience.
I have more than a thousand unread emails.
Tomorrow afternoon I will drive the daughter bird back to college after picking up my glasses, spend the night in the small college town and scoot back Wednesday to get back on track.
I feel as though the train has taken a small side track and as on our trip cross country, I am waiting for the wreckage to be cleared. It is ever so much different when you can't read to pass the time.
I've actually had to look at what is happening in my life instead of escaping to a fantasy world to avoid dealing with it. Forty plus years of accumulation needs to be Dealt With.
Lesson learned.
Namaste.

Comments

[Margene]

It seems we are given what we need when we ask. There is so much ahead for you on that new road of discovery. Namaste to you dear Greta.

[Nathania]

It's just a pleasure and honor to bear witness to the journey that is you, Greta. There are so many of us who are informed and inspired by you every day.

[caroline]

Eyes wide open can mean so many things in life, yes? Welcome back, Greta. Missed you. Am so glad this is a fruitful time for you. May the migraine's no longer be needed, though!
Hugs.

[Rachael]

Hugs and light and love and more, more, more love sent your way, darlin'....
xo

[Jane]

Welcome back, Greta. Hope the migrane is long gone and you can get on with your journey in peace.

[amy]

I could never not read for a week.. Challenge or no challenge! Hoping the migrane is history and stays that way..

[Melissa]

Hope all is better with the corrected glasses. I couldn't even begin to imagine not reading. Life without books is just too horrifying to imagine. Good thing we now have books on tape. Hope you liked the package I sent a few weeks ago. Worried it would get lost in the flooding from the hurricanes.

Hugs,
Melissa

[cari]

Missed you.

[Bliss]

My love and my prayers are with you always. When life is hard, I'm glad I have a soft place to fall - rest in His arms dear Greta. You are one who "sees" more than most, nothing with dim that sightedness.

[Jennie]

Hi, Greta. Sorry to be dense but how can you blog if you can't read?

[Rachael]

Jennie, she can blog while not reading because it's easy to type with your eyes closed. Sometimes I actually get better results that way!

Greta - I MISS YOU!!!!! love love love to you.