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Monday, December 23, 2013

Slipping and Sliding


You know that dream where you're trying to run and you can't get any traction? That's me in winter.


Sure I get up every day, drink tea, make my lists. And then I read. Or get bogged down online. My mind is scattered and daydreamy. Someone said Christmas was the other Halloween. It was never that when the kids were kids. Then I was young, focused, incredibly festive. But now, like the snow, I drift.


Sure, I still teach, journal, get into the studio. But my lists take forever to complete. Instead of going down the list each day I allow myself space. I tell myself I've worked and traveled hard all year and now I'm in a repair mode. Like the seeds, I'm scattered and resting.

 I did get some collaborative hot wax work out this week.


But little else. My dear friends, I wish each of you a safe and heartfelt wish of well being during this time of busy-ness, emotional stress and travel. Be kind to each other and extra patient. I'll do the same. May each of you have a friend to love. xo

25 comments:

  1. Wishing you the very same, dear Judy. Sending you lots of love!

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  2. I can't quite explain why but I'm sitting here all teary-eyed after reading your words here, Judy. Thank you. Much love and peace to you and yours.
    peace & love,
    Barb

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  3. So beautiful, Judy! Yes, it is good to have a time of rest. To allow ourselves that time of rest. I think I'll start right now.
    Merry Christmas! xo

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  4. i wish you even more drifting good woman, i am one too! the contemplation time can bring such gifts..
    a wonderful peace filled time for you and yours Judy and many more treasured days.
    your work here is most beautiful and inspiring.
    wanda loves what you have to say and share, always XO

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  5. Hugs and Happy NEW year. Be gentle with yourself.
    I bet we see each other in 2014, hope so anyway.

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  6. Wishing you and John a wonderful Christmas Judy. It seems like only yesterday that you were here with us in Oz. Where does the time go? While you keep warm inside away from the snow, we are in for quite a hot Christmas.
    Happy creative 2014.

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  7. Oh, my, what joy you have brought to my day. I thought I was the only one experiencing every single emotion and reaction you eloquently describe here.

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  8. Call it what you will, dear Judy, your slow and reflective period looks beautiful and peaceful.

    Merry holidays and the healthiest and happiest of New Years.

    Much love,
    Karen

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  9. beautiful post judy. merry Christmas with lots of love. regroup and recharge. xo carlanda

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  10. You've so eloquently stated exactly how I feel, too. Enjoy drifting, life wasn't always meant to be a race. Happy Holidays!

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  11. The winter solstice is a time of hibernation and recharging so you are doing the natural thing! Xxxx

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  12. Slip siding away. Paul Simon. Love your art and your self. Your are such an inspiration for me. Merry








    Love your art and your words. You are such an inspiration for me.


    Slip sliding away. Paul Simon..









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  13. May each of you have a friend to love...What a beautiful blessing...I am so blessed to have many beautiful and loving friends...I cannot imagine not having a friend...Enjoy this season of slowing because the race will begin again too soon...

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  14. i feel much the same and i've still got littles at home (but i also have an older son who will be 18 next month, i'm tired.) i move slower in the winter and over the last few years i've accepted it. it often means christmas decorations are late and scarce and unconventional and for the first time in my life i will begin christmas eve with not a single thing yet wrapped.

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  15. dorylyn11:09 PM

    Again, your words and your art work have taken my breath away. I sat on an airplane for 16 hours Sunday marveling at the beauty outside, and inside the craft. A mixture of burnt umber washes, cool blues, shades of black, gray, red and, the forever, gesso white. I chuckled to myself just exactly what a small splash of color I am in this magnificent piece of work called life.

    I am so grateful I stumbled upon your "magnificentness". Rest. Merry Christmas, Judy.

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  16. Yes, like the seeds.
    Thank you for being a part of my year in untold ways.
    Wishing you the best season.
    xo

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  17. same to you judi !
    ram dass says it best " be here now".
    xxoo

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  18. Same here......seriously. I get it. I love you and miss you. Hope 2014 brings us together somewhere....

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  19. A most happy Christmas to you and your family, Judy. I hope it's full of all good things.
    XOXO

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  20. Merry Christmas to you, Judy.

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  21. You are my friend, and I love you! Love the waxy creations you and your friends collaborated on. So happy you are taking care of yourself before you start the next part of your adventure next week. Saludos.

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  22. lovely
    to visit you
    dear Judy
    I too am
    slipping and sliding
    into the quiet
    (hopefully)
    here
    and now

    warm and festive holiday wishes,
    xox - eb.

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  23. Dear Smoochy Pie!!!

    (pardon the term, but you know how true it is)

    Anyway, I HAD a wonderful holiday, and because I'm a major drifter and shifter and rester and nester and slowster and

    (nothing rhymes with slowster. I went too far)

    --well, I didn't get to tell you HAPPY MERRY! Because I'm a slacker, a flacker, a loser, a boozer, a moocher, a smoocher...


    Come on, you know it's true.

    (don't tell anyone)

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  24. Hi Judy,

    I've read your blog for years but have never commented before. I heard and appreciated this holiday post. I understand your need for slow, for rest, and quiet. I hope the new year has started off well for you, bringing you what you need.

    Katie

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