I have come home Home to the ever changing waters of the Basin Where Rusty pups blend with rusted pillars and herons fish in the salt ponds hardly noticed by inquisitive noses. I say noses because I wonder if their eyesight is fading just a bit for they are old maids now. Where springtime blossoms abound. Looking inland a thin line of last year's bullrush heads catches my eye. ideas for marks or stitches on a future piece immediately come to mind. It feels good to be thinking that way again. Two weeks with the little munchkin and never a needle and thread picked up.... For when a toddler goes down for a nap grandmothers do too! I didn't realize two weeks away would have the effect it did. Eagerly entering the studio on my return pieces on the design wall and fabrics gathered in bundles looked foreign to me. What had I in mind when pinning these beginnings on the wall? It has taken me four days to get back into the groove. This piece, this huge piece had already begun to take shape before I left home and is now telling me with great conviction what it needs. It feels good to have cloth in my hands again Threaded needle being pushed and pulled through layered silk and linen. Living again with thimble on one finger and finding it still there as I go to do other chores about the house. It just becomes a part of you so familiar that you don't even notice it is there. Being away has confirmed that, for me at least, it is so important to immerse myself in the creative process.... To live it every day. There is no way I can create and grow just by dipping into it every now and then. So I am grateful for living far from the madding crowd close to the woods and tidal waters that inspires me and draw me into a window-filled studio every day. Having said all that the little munchkin inspires me too and I will of course be sharing tales of my visit after a bit more catching up at home.