How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thought. ~ Sylvia Plath
Summer turns to high, and in the midst of a pandemic the creative juices have begun flowing. My last project was a rare summer one – I tend to favor spring or fall for project releases, but it’s good to change things up. Whispers of something new have been haunting my nights and the elusive spells of silence during the day. I always heed those hints, allowing the universe to gently nudge or lead me in the right direction.
I don’t anticipate anything coming to full fruition in 2020 – like much of the sensible world, I’ve written off the rest of this year. If anything good or wonderful happens, I’ll consider it a pleasant surprise. A new project wouldn’t see the light of day until 2021, but it’s time to look ahead. To that end, a small hint at the road on which I may soon be traveling. Something temporal, something fleeting, something ephemeral… something not unlike summer, shaded with a little melancholy, mirroring movement of the body, mirroring movement of the mind.
If it sounds a bit vague and abstract, that’s the way it always is at this early stage of development. It’s also probably my favorite part of a project. A quieting of the mind to heed the little whispers of the universe goes along with the sense of peace I’ve been courting for the past few months. To capture the synergy of those lessons with the fulfillment of the creative process may be a daunting challenge, and it just so happens that I find indulgence in a challenge.
