It is that time of year again: summer holidays, Christmas, New Years. It is interesting how many people are surprised at finding themselves at the end of another year, myself included. How do we live our lives that the first time we really notice what is happening is when Christmas tinsel blinds us in the hot summer sun?
I am guessing that the repetitive routines of our ordinary lives merge our days into one concept, one long day which we only wake up from when life around us demands a change in routine. I admit that the days in my year have been particularly repetitive. My focus has been more and more isolated to the amount of weaving I can manage each day and then fitting in my other lives (mother, wife and friend) as and when I can.
Things are shifting though. Deadlines are presenting themselves and I have to prepare all the written material that goes along with exhibiting at a gallery. I have to climb out of my almost permanent state of meditation and engage with the world, and my mind, differently. It is quite refreshing to remember that I can think and string sentences together, that actually my work does make sense and does have a narrative larger than the making of it.
Though I don't suppose this will really slow down the relentless approach of the end of 2014, there does suddenly seem to be a beginning and an end to individual days with particular achievements, or small completions.
Whether this time of year brings relaxation and family holidays, or a shift in one's working process, may it be a time of living and working more fully and being more present in our every day reality.