Working tonight with sticky hands and arms, intently focused on the papier-mâché in front of me, listening to music I love - I felt so alive and satisfied. Alive! If not happy, then sublimely contented! Lost in the moment without care for anything else.
It's an intense, special sort of alive that I experience often when doing such things. Molding papier-mâché, sculpting with clay, sketching, painting with oils. Artsy endeavors where I am able to become immersed in the doing, and through which I can easily express myself.
And so much the more so when coupled with music that I love!
And yet...
And yet I go years sometimes without ever doing this.
Decades, even.
I am only just beginning to listen to music after several years without it having had any presence in my life.
I am only just beginning to again find or create projects for myself, or to find the time to sit and create when I feel a niggling urge or conceive a partial idea that I'd like to explore.
Where have I been all this time?
What have I been doing?
What has kept me away from that which makes me feel so much more myself?
Whatever the case, I am grateful to have stumbled back into it, and I hope I don't unintentionally stray so far away again any time soon.
