I grew up moving. As a kid I attended 14 schools in 4 different states. So as I approached my adult life, I just wanted to put down roots! Joni Mitchell’s song, “Back to the Garden,” filled my head and heart. I wanted to plant flowers, vegetables and maybe even trees! I wanted to be a part of a huge shift in America’s collective conscious–To change the world one seed at a time. I wanted chickens, a dog and two cats in the yard.
Then by luck and lore I traveled to the Mother Lode. My college sweetheart and I sang, “Paint Your Wagon!” as we trekked up Highway J-59 out of Merced into the foothills. What a sight!
On that first trip, I knew that I had come home. I had found my place. So, the plans to come North took form. Within 18 months, that feller and I were packed up, rolling out of Los Angeles.
But the moving didn’t stop! Even though I’ve lived in Tuolumne County since January 1973, I can’t count how many times I’ve moved! Wait, let me count: Downtown Sonora, Big Hill, Tuolumne, East Sonora, Downtown Sonora, Columbia, Downtown Sonora, East Sonora, Downtown Sonora, Fairgrounds, Uptown Sonora, Jamestown, Lambert Lakes and now Lime Kiln area. Fourteen moves right here between two rivers. After a while, I quit unpacking some of my stuff. I just moved the whole box…LOTS of boxes! At 62 any sense of permanence, any kind of physical anchor has escaped me, except in the way those boxes have stayed and been my nomad’s home.
But now it is time to empty those well-traveled boxes and baskets. I’ll try to remember why I lugged them about. So, this Summer I’m organizing my sewing room and a new space, The Art Shed.
If we dream of living creative lives, then we can create spaces where our imaginations can grow. Freeing myself from way too much clutter has been an ongoing project for about twenty years. This Summer I am digging deep into abandoned layers. Like an archeologist, I’m sifting, sorting, classifying, and yes…throwing some of it away. I’ll try to share some of this journey with you.
Here is one little shard: