|Oh yeah? Well, let me tell you about MY day!|
There have been some rough patches along the way when we have what they call "a failure to communicate" that leads to anger, resentment and hurt feelings. Usually mine as he's of a much more even temperment.
Recently I hit a mental pothole of significant size. But luckily I am married to the most patient and loving of all men. He sat with me and listened to me rant and rave and cry and moan and held my hands. Possibly so I wouldn't hit him , but I like to think it was just out of sheer love.
I cried and lamented about how much I missed everything, my friends, my neighbors, my shul, my gardens, my art shows, going to movies, my hot tub, my former routine...everything. He offered to give this up immediately and return to the home area if that's what I wanted. And as much as I love him for that, I know that's not the answer. This is a unique chance to grow and develop as a person and that never comes without a cost.
So I will continue on with our new life knowing I have the full support of the wonderful man I married.
|mirror was blurred to show the items better|
He understands this is the way of the female and how we process emotions. He gets it...don't rush in to FIX it...just listen.
When we started our adventure I didn't have much of my art work up. At first I couldn't understand why and then it dawned on me. It was too painful. My artwork is what defined who I was, it was how I connected with the local community. It was my identity. And now it was gone.
|Mystic Rivera was my signature doll|
and traveled with me to art shows
As I've healed,the few dolls that I chose to travel with us have come out of hiding. And now instead of making me feel sad, they brighten my day. Because I still am that dollmaker, that creative person. My work is still out there with other people and other places. I still have ideas waiting to be channeled into a physical presence.
The need to create will never go away with me, but I am reminded that it can be released in many ways. Now it's in my photography and writing as well as finding creative solutions to storage challenges. Who knows what it may be tomorrow?
Long Live the Queen of Domestic Tranquility