Hurricane Irma could have done a number on my studio, but everything was spared. Not to bore you with too many details, but when I had to pack up some valuables in plastic bins (just in case) I stood in my studio and looked around the walls at my paintings.
What is important as far as possessions go?
My art is an income stream for me, but as I stood there staring at the walls crammed with art I realized none of them mattered. There were ugly paintings and paintings I love, and I thought “so what?”
What if I lost everything?
With that kind of thought, the paintings did not seem that important. I can always paint more, right?
At one point I felt detachment about everything in the house except my cat. I packed him up in a carrier (to loud protests) and went to a shelter.
The night was nasty but we were snug inside the building. The morning after we came home to a mighty yard mess and a fallen tree, but that was it. Nothing was harmed. I can’t tell you how grateful I felt.
Then started the Big Clean-up. Still going on in places. We now have huge walls of debris lining the street on both sides. I developed toned arms… The hardest part was being without power for four days. In the 90s outside during the day and sticky heat at night.
I truly appreciate electricity! 🙂
What did I learn from this experience?
- Letting go. don’t sweat the small stuff….
- Breathing through the stress, before and after
- Nothing is worth fighting over
- Being FLEXIBLE
- Be nice to neighbors, they are the best!
All creatures in nature learn to be flexible and stay that way. We could learn from them and experience more freedom.
I wondered where the birds went. They were gone for a couple of days, and then they came back. I gauged that by the attendance at the bird feeder. All the squirrels survived.
I think staying flexible was my biggest take away from this experience.
I got completely out of my creative groove. It didn’t seem that important to create–until now.
We got lucky in the Tampa Bay area. I don’t know how the people in the Caribbean Islands stand going through hurricane season every year. Many heartfelt blessings to them!
I’m slowly finding my groove again. I have many creative ideas swirling through my mind.
I made some of my polymer clay boxes, which are available in my shop now: EARTH AND FAERY.
Follow your dream, come hell or high water! Life is short and it is a gift, so spend your time wisely.
2 thoughts on “Hurricane Irma and art”
Such wisdom! So glad that you were spared what might have been if the storm hadn’t weakened. My Dad is still dealing with clean-up in the Upper Florida Keys, but overall, he too, was fortunate that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Like you, we went through several similar storms in South Florida when we used to live there with mountains of debris lining the streets and long term power outages. It definitely does effect you. I’m glad you were able to learn about detachment without actually having to lose much! Much love to you, Julia
Thank you, Julia. I think the stress of waiting was the worst, not know how bad it was going to be.I can relate
to a small degree how soldiers might feel in battle. It was scary, but I could only let go to Mother Nature.xo
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