My studio is in chaos. Boxes. Books. Papers. Art supplies. Reintegrating two studios into one is a messy business. Right now I am organizing, and there are multiple piles covering the floor and work tables.
I am joyful amidst this chaos. My smile is wide and I am utterly content. My studio is becoming one again, I am becoming one again.
I moved back and forth between two homes for fifteen years. This movement was not natural to me. I am a nester. I did my best anyways.
Now I am home where I began, the place where I feel grounded and whole. Here I breathe easiest, and my body and senses know the rhythm, smells, and sounds of the land. I am a part of this place.
I should have expected the feeling that showed up, but I didn’t.
Relief. Overwhelming, tear-inducing relief.
I held my breath for fifteen years and did not know it.
How could I not know something this essential?
Necessity. I forced myself to focus on what was necessary. In my second home I made myself find what was good, what was new and interesting, what I could love. Apparently I am very good at finding ways to feel okay, and very expert at looking away from what I have to leave behind. No looking back, I say to myself, and I don’t.
I made good friends. I found things I could truly love, and things that expanded my life. I met people who love the land there, who are clearly home in every meaning of the word.
But I know my home is here.
The back-and-forth years are done, the time away completed. The relief I didn’t expect to feel is real and honest. I have come home again.
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The image is a pastel drawing I made for my sister-in-law. It’s titled “I called light and dark and wove the cloth of life (Charlene)”, from a body of artwork “Dancing The Ghosts” which honours five generations of my family. I created this body of work while living in my northern home, and on Charlene’s drawing I wrote:
Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wasted. Nothing is neurotic. Nothing is disowned. Everything is possible. Everything is held. Everything is claimed. Everything is loved. This is who we are.
If you are curious about “Dancing The Ghosts”, you can find the drawings at https://www.walkingowlstudio.ca/gallery/dancing_the_ghosts/