I read this post by Connie, when I was supposed to be writing my morning pages. I read something exactly like this in JC's Walking in This World yesterday while minding Sue's gallery.
As I already admitted, I find it harder to connect with "the earth", nature, trees, birds, and easier to appreciate people and their life stories and the things they make or do. I swing between discarding everything else and concentrating on making cloths that pleases me (though I won't deny that ideas come from without), and just chatting away, catching up with friends. These two me's don't talk to each other much, and sometimes I can't read myself.
Last night, I was up until 2AM looking at the StatCounter watching the hits to my SSVE post grow. It wasn't the numbers, but that the numbers were steadily climbing as I watched that thrilled me. In fact, all week I felt giddy as if I had 12 cups of good coffee intravenously; while hanging the scarves in the gallery, my senses were overly stimulated and I had a not-so-virtual headache. My general well-being was well, so I can only deduce it's the photos and the statements that did it. And then I couldn't wait for the big "get-together" and got more and more restless.
I told Connie, as regards my "making" relating to my "connecting; "I have to kick, scream and shout to 'make' something, and then I feel like the only person in a great big church, my voices (sic) bouncing off the walls, and people standing in the shadows whispering and discussing what to do with me." This morning I feel as if you all have filled this big cathedral and all our laughter is bouncing off the walls and the big dome. I feel connected.
As to deconstruction, ummm.... I'm a newbie, I'm still trying to construct things well, so I'll give it a miss for the time being.
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The second song we played at our wedding was "Maria". Thought it might be pertinent.