So, I have been sewing a little, and quilting, and knitting (a very little) and most recently have been hooked on practising lettering – modern calligraphy. My creative juices are all over the place at the moment. But I love the excitement of waking with design ideas rolling around in my head. That is what I have been missing for a year or more.
I love waking, making a coffee, and hurrying to create. It is exhilarating.
Sweetie loves her ‘toy sleeping bag’
This is all a huge change from watercolour painting, which I will return to eventually, but fresh creative motivation is what I seem to crave now. I tackled quilting and sewing projects for each of our five children and their families …
above ~ Andrew’s Hudson Bay patterned table runner
above ~ Carrie’s quilted BoHo table runner
above ~ Jo’s quilted table runner
Some of my quilting is a little wonky as I am a novice, but loving it!
Steph’s decorative linen pillow cases
Sew, that is what I have been up to the past months. I am finding that, for me, choosing colour and pattern is the most difficult part of these projects. More about that next time.
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South Georgian Bay Watercolour Artist Linda Robertson Paupst
Linda’s ink and watercolour paintings have a stylized look which compliments traditional or contemporary settings.
Colourful florals predominate. This is a natural extension of Linda’s roots in North Bay Ontario where she grew up in her family’s greenhouses, florist and garden centre.
Linda’s paintings have been described as:
* ”Beautifully & elegantly drawn.” * ”Sensitive work. You capture the spirit of the flowers.” * ”Refreshing, inspiring, moving.” * ”You capture the strength, beauty & fragility of flowers – here today, gone tomorrow.” * ”You have such colour, form, movement”
You haven’t heard from me on Inknpetals for several months. I just didn’t have anything to say.
My creative juices were dried up. I was in transition, in a funk, in limbo, but open to inspiration, waiting for a new passion to take over my thoughts, my dreams. In the meantime, I kept our public library in business, knowing that the funk will pass. It always does – you know: ebb and flow, up and down, sunshine always follows the rain …..
But that limbo phase is uncomfortable. You know – the first few months of being an empty nester, or retiree, or your partner retires or leaves, or when you no longer enjoy what you have spent your time doing, or whatever.
When that happens, I find it best to wait it out. Wait until you are inspired to re-create yourself, find new purpose, new passion. Give it time to evolve or for a spark to ignite your imagination..
Then, when flutters of excitement unexpectedly appear – grab on to that seed of creativity that is germinating in the nether regions of your consciousness. Never ignore the little sparks. Follow up. When nurtured, the seed of an idea sprouts leaves and more branches, often resulting in a new venture, a new skill or hobby that may bring enormous joy, satisfaction & a sense of accomplishment.
Talk about mixed metaphors ! But my point is –
Seize the moment. That is what I did recently and I am definitely out of my funk.
In a day or so I will post what it is that has my juices flowing again. Just maybe you too will be inspired to tackle something new, something that will rejuvenate .
I took Duffy for a walk this morn. The snow banks are melting and receding. The wind is howling from the shores of Georgian Bay only two short blocks away and as I looked up at a fir tree beside me, a Haiku poem began swirling like the wind. Creativity comes from the most unlikely sources.
It has been a year and a half in our new home, in a new community, and we still love it here in Wasaga Beach, Ontario. This lovely, lake-front town on the southern shore or Georgian Bay feels like home.
BOTTOM – We are gathered around ‘The Robertson’s’ sign made by my brother, Steve. L-R Steph, Dad, Andrew behind, Mom, me, Greg Jr, Jo, my brother Greg (yup! – 3 Greg’s in the family). Carrie is missing from last 2 photos – she was working at Clevelands House in the Muskokas that summer.
All our 40 years in Waterloo Ontario, where my husband Greg and I settled and raised our family, I never felt at home – that is … I felt at home in my homes, but not in the community. Does that make sense? And it was a lovely community, clean, tidy, progressive with two universities, but it was land locked. It did not feel like home to me. And I didn’t even realize it until we moved here, to Wasaga Beach in 2012.
I knew I had missed water. My soul yearned for a lake or river or a boardwalk along water. I knew that. I knew I felt restless. Looking back, I think that is one reason I initiated change – we moved throughout Waterloo Region every 5 to 12 years. But, until we moved here on the South Shore of Georgian Bay, I didn’t realize the need was so fundamental. Sounds as though I was sad, but I wasn’t. There was a longing though.
We enjoyed raising our family in Kitchener-Waterloo. We had lovely homes and lived our lives full of happy and the inevitable miserable times promised us in life …
Our nine adorable Grandchildren 2004
We have enjoyed lifelong friendships … a few, really good friends, who stuck with us through all our joys and frailties …
Nursing friends for 51 years – Gerda, Jan, Ellie, Sue & me.
Greg and I are both homebodies who love home more than anywhere in the world, but we also love to visit, party and enjoy our family and friends.
However, in my case, it is the solitude that has allowed me to publish four genealogy volumes over the years while raising five children, working part-time, enjoying needlepoint, crewel work, art; moving too many times; and being involved in community organizations.
So, here we are, full circle for me, back to a home near the water I love. You know, from inside my home on a windy day (with windows open), I can hear the waves crashing against the shore. On a Saturday summer night, I can hear the music wafting through the air, the couple of blocks from the beach to our home.
What I have learned is that home is really important. And even more so … if you are fortunate (as I realize I am), the people who fill your life can enrich it immeasurably.
One of life’s perfect days! Joanna & I
The loves of my life- Carrie, Greg Sr, Stephanie, me, Joanna, Andrew & Greg Jr front. They are my home my joy. Each is a ‘good’ person, socially responsible, industrious, committed to family, proud, fun loving. How lucky am I!
My heart and home are where my family and friends are.
I believe we are all the same. We share love, hate, loneliness, frustration, despair, anger, ambition, creativity, life’s ups and downs; and a need to be a part of something more than ourselves.
The difference is in the variables … time and place; extent of each person’s need; their choice of belief system; their environment, genes, and their ability to be open to their place in the world; their choice to love .. or not, to be happy .. or not.
It is those variables that create our individuality. And it is that individuality, when written of, makes a good read.
‘DECADES’ is my memoir, a compilation of stories and essays which document my experiences, growth and feelings through the years and decades of my life.
Some facts are difficult to share, so when I read Sandra Danby’s blog today, it struck a chord. It was relevant.
Sandra Danby and Rachel Cusp (whom Sandra quotes below) validate the creative process of writing a memoir, and the sharing of intimacies.
“It takes a particular kind of courage to write memoir. All writing – all creativity – involves self-exposure, but in memoir the exposure is twofold. The self is both subject and author, and as authors we are duty-bound to treat our subjects with the greatest possible objectivity. Is it possible, or even desirable, to be truly objective about oneself? And what value does that objectivity, if achieved, have for the reader?”
Sandra Denby continues: “I’ve always been too intimidated to attempt memoir, though I have used my experiences in my fiction particularly for setting. But I do agree that all creativity must involve self-exposure, or be weaker for the omission. Surely in order to write, we have to be self-aware and with that self-awareness comes objectivity?”
So, I ask those of you reading my memoir ‘DECADES’, to consider Sandra’s comments, in particular:
” … all creativity must involve self-exposure, or be weaker for the omission.”