There’s something about making physical things—following inspiration and idea through to concrete completion—that trains me bit by bit to shape and mold my life into what I most enjoy.
It’s all about breaking through the 20 minutes just before I get started, when I’m staring at the materials spread out on my floor and thinking, “Really?” (I just wrote more about this in my blog about the herb garden for elephant.)
Yes, really. And then I get started and slip in, like a long run or 30 minutes on the mediation cushion. The repetitive movement of hands and breath and focus on minute details, which makes everything else fade. The best kind of creativity.
I’m proud of my vertical herb garden, which started out as a packing pallet that I found on Christopher’s back porch. My favorite part is walking by and leaning in close, smelling the sage and basil and mint. (And yes, I’ve seen some random passersby stop to do the same while they cut through our alley.)