Exhaustion, fatigue, just plain old tired….
I don’t hate much, but these three I hate. HATE.
My creative verve feels drawn out like an old Englishman being readied for death by quartering…
okay, maybe that is a bit much, but surely, all you creatives out there know what I mean?
I want
Time for my loom.
Time to color a mandala.
Time to play with beads.
Time to alter some skirts and trousers.
The time has been eaten up by the fatigue.
And yet, this peacock can still spread her feathers…I can flaunt my turquoise, teal, cobalt, sapphire, emerald, onyx, an some occasional ruby.
The creative gene can sing an opera of color even on days when the hands can do little else.
Okay wardrobe–are you ready? Who’s coming with me???
