That peace balances out that ever-flowing excitement for the future; what to make for supper, what to do tomorrow, spaces to create, skills to hone, gardens to plant and harvest, and on and on. Too often I wash myself away with relentless waves of ideas.
My good friend, in whose home my studio dwells, laughs every time I realize that my new, amazing idea and plan is one I've already been working on for years, and is half-done when conceived. This chronic eureka is such a relief, and it comes from slowing down long enough to curate my accumulating creations.
The balance of integrating artifacts of the past with excitement for the future gives me a strong footing in the present moment.