“Finding Home”

This piece was inspired by the beautiful red hermit crab I so abruptly disturbed along my walk on the shore of the Gulf of Mexico (see earlier entry: "Bringing Home").

As I started to type this entry a song by the group “The Head and the Heart” was playing….”I am on my way back to where I started…”

I am on my way… and I’m back… I have spent the last seven months learning to transition from a full time teacher to a full time artist… from being on a rigorous schedule to having to find the discipline to stay on a schedule…. to basically move forward in life.

Some of the work I began last summer at the Hermitage was calling out to be completed… I knew this piece was waiting for me…. The crab here is not a “hermit crab” as in the photo in my earlier entry “Bringing Home”… but is actually drawn from a “Ghost Crab”… little white sand crabs that run out on the sand at dusk and dawn… so quickly… it’s as if a ghost has passed by.  But the inspiration for the piece was definitely the hermit crab… so comfortable in its home…. retreating when disturbed.

Returning home after my wonderful summer at the Hermitage brought many challenges and transitions… I have a home… a bed… a family…. but I have abandoned much of my “comfort zone”… some by choice… some not.  I’ve spent the last few months trying to establish new areas of comfort… a place within that is “home”… Not every open door is “home”… Initially one feels that every open door should be entered… but when there is no comfortable place to sit down… you know it’s not “home” for you…. so I will continue to try out a few more sea-shells… maybe stay in one for awhile… maybe not… move on… and try a few more… but I do know … I’m on my way to Finding Home…. thanks for travelling with me!

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Bringing Home

While enjoying my days at the Hermitage, basking in its beauty and serenity, occasionally this peace was interrupted with some familiar chatter in my brain.  Negativity can creep up in many ways…. usually unannounced… fears,worries, anger, sarcasm (who me???), comparisons, even stress can just pop right up and can quickly consume the moments.  One morning, in the middle of some wallowing, I caught myself and wondered: “what is that doing here?”  “Silly girl….” answering myself…”you brought it with you”.  I thought about how carefully we plan for our retreats from our daily grind… picking the perfect getaway, packing the right items, researching all the details to make it perfect.  Yet we still bring with us our “homes“, all that we carry with us everyday… the good and the not-so-good stuff.

I remember the amazing hermit crab I saw a few days earlier.  Walking on the beach I spotted a huge conch shell washed up on the shore.  So excited, I carefully rolled it over with my flip-flops, only to be greeted by a pair of bright red claws retreating back into the shell.  This beautiful shell was the crab’s home that it carries around on all of its journeys. Picking the perfect one, it needs to meet all of the requirements for the crab to live in… have room to retreat and hide, grow, be easy enough to carry around and be vacant and available.  Wherever the crab wanders, so does its home.  So too, when we wander, we not only pack our suitcases, but ourselves.  We take ourselves and all that we are. 

 

It was difficult to leave the beauty and serenity of the Hermitage.  Arriving home, there are still the same problems waiting: chores, paper-work, responsibilities.  But there is also the same good qualities: family, friends, a backyard filled with surprising critters… and room to grow.  So returning back home, I still have the choice to meander off,  listen to the chatter in head, and become distracted from the journey that I am on, or I can carry with me everyday those attributes that I will need to make this journey one that is productive, amazing and filled with new opportunities.

Guess who was in my back yard when I came home.