"I think the role of the artist is always twofold: One is reacting to your time and the other is chronicling your time." ~ Neil Gaiman
We definitely are living in interesting times. More so than ever this shows up in our lives whether we are aware of it or not. How we show up in our lives now is truly revealing.
Creating a home and a private pocket of my own is a priority for this Cancer Monkey.
Yet recent nesting challenges have been particularly prickly. An emotional roller coaster that has thrown me into dizzying heights and depressing lows as I hunt for another apartment.
My neighborhood for the past six years has grown popular and overpopulated. Making it harder to find a quiet corner in which to roost.
Loving the area too much to budge or seek other options just yet, I feel my breath catch and my muscles knot up as I go through the day's listing with my realtor.
Enough already and let me unpack my stuff from storage and get on with my life!
Due to pressing demands prices have escalated and spaces have shrunk. I'm refuse to give up or give in. Even if it's become harder to lean into these shifting gusts of change.
My current situation feels a lot like a microcosm of the macro upheavals that our nation is going through at the moment.
On the one hand, not having a home whose hatches I can batten down. On the other divide, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this Trump induced chaos.
This change warrior is growing fierce and strong, honed in these extremes.