As you know, I decided to take some time off at the beginning of the year. February had different plans though. I broke my wrist, and my pause became… just healing.
Before it happened, I already stepped away from work for a while, but this was different, because there was no choice anymore, and I had to slow down completely and take things day by day.
My days became very simple, because I just had to figure out how to do things with my left hand only. And somehow everything else, all the pressure, the thoughts I carried for months, moved further away and stopped mattering. For the first time in a long while, I was able to rest without guilt.
Somewhere in that time, I felt like I truly came back to myself again.
One day, my nephew helped me in the garden, and he was asking me how it felt, because he thought it must be terrible.
From what I told him, he said it very simply, that this broken wrist was a gift.
I could only agree.
With some help from my family, I have my garden ready for the season. I have sown the flowers, dahlias are growing beautifully, even though I thought I lost them in the coldest days of winter. I’m battling with ants as they are stealing the seeds all the time. If the slugs aren’t the problem, there are ants… Happy days…
I fired the kiln first time this year. Slowly, things are falling back into place.
I like how my days look now. There is no need to plan to do the things I love, I have all the time in this world.
The rest has stayed somewhere in the background, where it belongs.
Being in the garden and listening to the birds. Evening skies, pink clouds, twilight walks, nightingale nights, the scent of jasmine… It’s beautiful.
The studio gallery is open, waiting for visitors, curious creatures, and wandering souls to find their way here. Most days, you will find me somewhere between the studio and my garden. You are very welcome.
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