I would imagine that just being able to write about it today is a good sign of the reconnection in progress. And on another note, I'm so tickled that the kitten and Ben are bonding well! We've had to add my son's cat to the 3-cat household, and it's pretty much tense and standoffish with some hissing still after a month or more.
I think you're right; progress is being made in my inner landscape. And with the cats! I think your son's cat must not have been a kitten? I've acclimated lots of cats, adult and small, to my household over the years...when I met J I had 6 cats, down from 8! So having just one is quite a change for me. The adult cats always took longer to find their place, and to be allowed by the others to find their place. We were pretty sure that in this case, Ben would not soon forgive us if we brought home an adult (and I feared secretly that he would take it out on us by dying!), whereas he perhaps might see a kitten as a toy, which does seem to be the case. Whew!
Maybe now as your artistic life gains momentum again, the past and all your experiences will keep percolating up into your art and your life, in a dynamic way. I like how art provides continuity like that, but is always new, too.
Thanks for these nice thoughts. I'm hoping that the newer me, with all the trimmings both good and bad, will still make worthy stuff...even MORE worthy stuff, hopefully. I've been trying to give myself room to change direction, but at least now I know that I still need a creative outlet. Kind of a relief, actually.
And the paper bag tunnel is history now; a casualty of rambunctious play. However, its a renewable resource. Also, the hanging tatters seem to also be worthy in the eyes of a cat.
Thanks, M. I've learned a whole lot about grief this year; so much of it is not how I expected. But progress is happening, gradually. Hope you're well too!
I am well -- and generally happy, although in under a week I'll be at the airport, not to return for about 3.5 weeks, so I'm more busy than usual and running around like a madman.
While cleaning out all of my stuff the other night, I came across a few sheets of paper that were given to men after I lost my sister. They were titled "What is Grief" and even now, four years later (can it really be four years?), I found I still had things to learn and things I needed to be reminded of. Yes, it will percolate up through your art and through various other things as well, as I'm sure you've noticed. But never be afraid to rely on your friends and the people you love -- as well as all of your critters -- for support, and just give yourself the freedom to feel what you feel. I'm glad that you sense progress. Why does life have to be so hard sometimes?
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Maybe now as your artistic life gains momentum again, the past and all your experiences will keep percolating up into your art and your life, in a dynamic way. I like how art provides continuity like that, but is always new, too.
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And the paper bag tunnel is history now; a casualty of rambunctious play. However, its a renewable resource. Also, the hanging tatters seem to also be worthy in the eyes of a cat.
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