The power of going home
It is the month that millions of us “go home”. It has been said that “there is no place..” like it. It is that place where we feel most like ourselves, feel refuge and can breathe in the memories. And for me those feelings translate even deeper; a place where I can feel inspired to create the memories… to feel inspired and feel creative. So at the end of December I am going home to my former abode to do just that, to recapture my creative self.
For those who have followed me you will know that one year ago I moved to Portsmouth, New Hampshire to be near my business that I had relocated there over 3 years ago. The lure of this colonial-era seaport city is undeniable; quaint brick streets lined with historic homes, innovative shops & theatre, restaurants galore with gardens & water everywhere – what’s not to love?! However, in the long-term, I could not hear my spirit there in that busy city, I could not observe nature in silence and my creativity had lost it’s get-up-and-go. But this is just me – I am a sensitive soul that needs quiet* – for others it is observantly the opposite.
So I am announcing that at the end of December I am moving myself and my business back to my home in Canterbury, NH, to it’s multiple art studios and my beloved gardens. In January I will reopen my esthetics spa, colour & art studios there in a new bigger way to the pleading of my faithful clients and my internal longing. This property that was for sale, and did not sell, had saved itself for me.
“Things happen for a reason” is a popular expression as though we had no part in the outcome of events. I have observed, instead, that when we allow ourselves stillness to pay attention to the world around us, to pay attention to the small voice in our heads [God?] and allow ourselves to notice what the rhythms of nature are telling us, we can come to some powerful conclusions about our life and its direction.
For several years I have felt at odd with what seemed like my desperate avenues of creativity. Perhaps this was part of the turning 60 phenomenon or perhaps it was part of not being still enough. Life seemed loud and I had a restless itch driven, I think, by what interesting societal trends were dictating. I doubted who I was because it seemed like too much and not enough. I tried to compartmentalize all of my avenues of expression because I thought one would diminish the other. But in the end – as I knew all along – creativity feeds creativity, we are who we are and the more we just BE, the more successful and fulfilling our life is.
Part of my return to my home-that-did-not-sell is because it supports all that I do seamlessly. In a way it is the outward expression of my inward self; studios unfolding onto studios, gardens wafting into kitchen spaces, all connected in the way that my thoughts are. One creative thought in one space inspires creativity in another…this is actually what art and creativity is all about.
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*Recommended reading: “Quiet: The power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking”, by Susan Cain. Thank you to Brian and Lenny at Northwood Chairs who recommended this book to my husband and I this summer. It rocked our world and sparked the change that I needed.