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Between endings and beginnings
We tidy up.

Austin Kleon says

The best studio tidying is a kind of exploring — I’m re-discovering spaces as I sift through the objects that occupy them. The reason I tidy is not to clean, but to come into contact with something special that I’ve forgotten that I can now use. This is a slow, dreamy, ruminative, reminiscent form of tidying.

Despite a year ending and another beginning, I am still between. I am between not-finished and finished on the last quilt of 2017. Or at this point, the first quilt of 2018. The binding is attached and ready to hand-stitch in place.

I am between. I’ve finished the last quilt on my current longarm and will not machine quilt again until I get a new one.

I am between. My small squares are pinned to my large squares, ready to begin sewing 112 flying geese blocks. They might be for a strip quilt. They might not.

I am between. I’ve drawn a rooster to appliqué and chosen fabrics, but haven’t started cutting or sewing yet.

I am between. Part of my studio has been tidied and vacuumed. Part of it has not.

As Kleon says, the time between is useful for rediscovering spaces. Are they spaces within our studio, or spaces within ourselves? Will my time without a longarm create space to explore other parts of my creative self? The paper-cutting or block printing or writing parts?

Between endings and beginnings
We plan.

I am between, making plans for a year to unfold regardless of my plans. This morning Jim got a call from our son-in-law. He is a satellite engineer and invited us to his next launch. We will plan to go, but it will go up, or not, whether we are there or not.

I plan. I plan for making and for travel. I create “goals” that might just be wishes. I have wishes for the new year, for teaching and writing and travel and family time, not necessarily in that order. I have wishes for outdoors and museums and music in equal measure. All of these require space, the time between, to plan for and enjoy.

Between endings and beginnings
We tidy up.

Between beginnings and endings
We make messy again.

Stolen Time, from Tara Sophia Mohr

One of my intentions with this blog is to help you become more powerful. You may have noticed my tagline near the blog title — “Be powerful. CREATE!” Of course the kind of power I’m talking about is personal power, not over anyone else.

I try to fulfill that intention in a number of ways. One is by talking about creative process. I never want someone to get discouraged from trying things because they think that creativity is easy, or that quilts are created wholecloth out of my brain. (HA! Do you see what I did there?) They aren’t. They are hard. Struggling with design, with process, with finding solutions to color or size or shape is part of creativity. If you KNOW that, you know it’s okay for you to struggle, too.

Another aspect of becoming more powerful is in realizing where your strengths lie. My recent post UZURGFT encourages you to identify your gifts, accept them fully, explore and stretch them, and share them with others.

Today I want to share another blog with you, this one by Tara Mohr. I’ve recently started reading from this wise, lovely woman’s blog. In yesterday’s post she talks about writing on stolen time. She says,

And suddenly I became part of a great legacy of women who had been stealing bits of time, writing at kitchen tables instead of desks, scribbling notes whenever they could, and most of all writing anyway.

Writing anyway.

Painting anyway. Composing music anyway. Dancing anyway. Working on their callings and dreams and labors of love anyway. Fill in the line for you. What is life asking you to attend to, in stolen bits of time?

We aren’t always able to devote large chunks of time to our projects. But if you wave your hands and decide you can’t be creative because you don’t have time, you give away part of your power. You let other forces decide for you, if you will create. Or NOT.

Be powerful. CREATE. Use the time you have. It, too, is a gift, even when it is in bits and pieces. Like the scraps and patches that create our quilts, our time, too, can be stitched together to create something of beauty. And that beauty is not just in our quilts, but in ourselves.