Yes! The season of resurrection is upon us, yea verily.
No surprise then that yours truly -- she of the 40+ days and 40+ nights of absence -- has been beckoned into the light of Spring by a sweet friend who has lured her from the depths of the cave with compliments and questions.
Compliments and questions, you may ask-- THAT is what got you back on the page?
Um, yeah-- kinda sorta.
Sometimes you just need an unexpected jump start to get the engine going -- so, yesterday, when an email from Asya dropped across the screen, I knew I had just the thing to get me reconnected with you all.
Asya wrote, "There is this thing going around the blog world called the Liebster Award, it’s a bit silly, but kind of nice too. You probably have already gotten it. :-) well I am sending it to you again, because I love your writing."
See? Compliments and questions! Works every time.
Off we go then-- below are the questions Asya posed to me.
What is your morning routine?
All joking about Jesus Christ aside, I am rather religious about my sacred mornings.
I wrote about them here when they were still in their fledgling state. Today, it's kind of rote. Good rote. Well, good if you like routine, mind-numbingly boring if you don't.
Early rise--- sometimes 5 am, sometimes 6 am-- generally depends on the dogs or my mood or some combination of the two.
Take the dogs outside. I check the sky. They get reacquainted with the shrubbery.
Daisy does this thing that I utterly adore: she rolls on her back in ecstasy-- as if to greet Mother Earth. It doesn't matter what is on the ground--snow, rain, leaves-- it doesn't matter where we are-- she will find a bit of dirt and do her ceremonial morning greeting. 365 days of the year she does this and it thrills me every time. It is my moment of zen.
We come in. I make tea or coffee depending on how 'awake' I already am.
I light some candles, burn some sage-- put on music and settle in for an hour or two of reading and scribbling. At about 8:30 ish -- we go out for a big walk.
Beach, river, neighborhood, park-- I like to change it up- but it's about an hour. 9:30 or 10 ish-- we are back for breakfast. I check phone and emails. The dogs snooze.
10:30 we head to the office which is less than a mile from where I live. So a nice walk or easy drive. Squam stuff. And then? LUNCH ! boo-YAH.
The best way to spend a grey rainy day is...?
I love to walk in the rain if it's not a driving rain into my face.
I also love reading. Or taking a hot bath.
Anything cozy if it is a winter rain -- anything restful if it is a summer rain.
How do you break yourself free from a creative block?
Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't get creative blocks. I don't create professionally (i.e. for $$) so there's never any pressure on me to write or paint or photograph. Maybe it would be different if I were creating to please a client--- I'm sure it would be, but that's not my scene -- so creativity is kind of a constant. What I do with it can vary, but I'm always doing something.
One of the best lessons you've learned about blogging is....
People are kind and generous. SO fucking kind. SO fucking generous. (exclamation point).
If you could spend a day walking in someone else's shoes, whose would they be and why?
Ew. No. No, thank you. I would not enjoy that.
Describe your creative/blogging space?
Um, wherever I am. Right now, I mostly write where my laptop lives which is either at the table in my living room or here at the office (I am writing to you in this moment from the office).
What was your most memorable trip?
This is a very tough question. I have had some amazing trips. And some trips that were quite awful, but you know, memorable-- ha!
I think one trip that gave me insight into a whole nother world was when I lived in Paris and went with a friend to her home in Cypress for 2+ weeks. She lived in Limassol and we traveled up to Lefkara, this ancient walled city that blew my mind.
Those were some sweet long, magical days-- we tooled around on mopeds and ate the most amazing food. Every afternoon we'd go to one of her cousins on "visitings"- which is something they do. Every night we'd go to discotheques (we were 19 after all) and things were pretty damn, wild and free.
Which book has moved you in the past year?
I am a terrible, awful, reprehensible reader. I read a lot and rarely like any of it. And, when I don't like a book -- I tend to throw it across the room in frustration/annoyance-- at whatever point I don't like it. Needless to say, many a book I begin, I never finish. Since you didn't ask me which book I liked, I can answer your question that the book that traveled the greatest distance at the highest velocity was Elizabeth Gilbert's The Signature of All Things.
I worship Elizabeth Gilbert as a person-- she seems utterly cool, kind, traveling on the good red road. As a writer, she is a rockstar. I am a freak for all things botanical -- the second-half of my life is going to be dedicated to gardens and herbs. Oh, and I grew up outside Philadelphia. . . . So you would think this would be a match made in heaven.
You would think. I hurled it. Am thinking that counts as being moved, n'est-ce pas?
When/where do your creative ideas come to you most?
Daydreaming on the sofa.
Walking the dogs.
One crafty tool / design tip / creative strategy you couldn't do without is...
Crafty tool: matte medium
Design tip: paint one wall of the room a different color (particularly a bold color)
Creative strategy: never turn your computer/internet/phone on until you have had sacred time in the morning.
Thanks for hauling my ass out of the cave, Asya!!! Let's catch up soon!