Over the past couple of weeks I have been feeling rather anxious and frustrated which, for me, tends to preclude creative breakthrough. On Sunday morning I dressed and left the house early, walking along the creek, ending up (as usual) at Starbucks to treat myself to a free venti green tea latte (those always taste the best) along with a great book (The Spawning Grounds by Gail Anderson-Dargatz). This story has come to me at a great time as I'm currently studying Indigenous Storytelling through Thompson Rivers University and it encapsulates everything I'm learning (and re-learning) these days. Anyway...as I read and kept putting my book on my lap to envision the images in my mind (something I do often), creative ideas kept coming to me in regard to the work I'm doing, and the work I'm planning on doing. On my return home, as I walked along the creek once again, I had a sudden epiphany in regards to the 52 WEEKS project I am planning for the new year. I laughed and almost began skipping because I was so happy. I wish that the struggle and anxiety didn't always have to take place, but have learned to accept this as part of my creative process. Though I have to admit that this is not necessarily easy on my family, I am thankful that this, too, does come to an end...a lovely one.
P.S. My university course on Indigenous Literature is coming to an end...I will miss this when it's done.