Saturday morning should be dreamy, quiet, play time, don’t you think ?
Well, my Saturday morning was invaded by noises that make me cringe and racket all around the house.
Don’t get me wrong, now.
Part of me is very, very grateful for my father-in-law and brother-in-law who came to help David replace our rotting back deck stairs.
I know in the end, the stairs will be safer and look much improved, which is awesome.
The problem is that I have this stupid, somewhat irrational fear of saws and power tools, and also huge fears that David will be the one getting hurt.
So I sit the whole time the guys are working, waiting for one of them to call out in panic that they have lost a finger or something.
Stupid, I know !
I try other things, like leaving and going shopping.
Or putting on relaxing tunes really loud and trying to make some art.
But I think the worry I feel even comes out in that art !
Check out the expression on this Rock Being !
Anyway, since I have been a bit on edge anxiety-wise these days,
sitting in the studio yesterday was a kind of torture.
After creating my art journal page,
aptly entitled “Hand over your fears to the giant silver fish in the sky.”
Rock Being Art Journal page - “Hand over your fears to the giant silver fish in the sky.”, 09/14/13
I went out shopping to Tar-jay and took a break from it all.
I got home to find out that David had sliced his thumb with a carpet knife, and we spent Saturday evening at Urgent Care getting him stitches and a tetanus booster shot.
But guess what ?
All that worry and anxiety doesn’t change the outcome.
It only changes how I experience the whole event.
This morning, the guys are back to finish up.
I am breathing through the saw sounds. I got my favorite socks and shoes on and I am taking this body for a walk around the neighborhood.
Going to see if I can hand over those fears to whatever shiny big thing is up there in that cool blue sky.
Happy Sunday, Beautiful Ones !