In the land of slow living

I gave up working to deadlines a few years back. It started with Covid and the enforced lack of work - things to do that we all (mostly) endured. Then it became a way of living that I decided I would embrace further by initiating a change of home, occupation and location. No slowness there, but a swift letting go of everything that used to be. No more theatre, no neighbours and a tiny home in a new place.

Daily life without a long ‘things to do’ list wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. But, years later, I have managed to immerse myself in a quiet and creative solitude. I'm rarely  in a hurry to finish a project, although beginnings are generally much easier and quicker to initiate. It helps the slowing down process when the view from the window by the work bench is just countryside and sky. 

Dolls take shape as and when they call to me - a romantic notion that means 'some days I just don't pick them up'. When I do, it's with full attention and a slow hand. I have quite a few in the pipeline. Maybe this spring they will call...