When Jon put up a photo he took of Piper and me, on his blog the other day, something happened. He got over a thousand shares on facebook and I got some new traffic on my blog and lots of new friend requests on facebook. I had three people in a short time wanting to buy the wallhanging I made based on my trip to Blue Star Equiculture where the photo was taken. Two of those people I never heard from before.
I know it’s a horse thing. And Yesterday when I went into my studio I knew if I made another wall hanging with a horse in it, it would probably sell pretty quickly. I thought to myself, all I have to do is put a horse in it, that easy. So when I went to my studio, I pulled out a bunch of vintage napkins with blue flowers appliqued on them and started to cut them up and sew them back together. I was as far from a horse as I could get.
What is it? I mean, I love making those wall hanging, or I could even have maybe made some horse potholders, right. But I didn’t do either. And if I had to say why, it’s not because of some high ethical artistic standard like, I Will Not Give In to the Market Place. It’s that I got scared. So much coming at me and all that mystical horse mojo that threw me into a stupor after spending a day at Blue Star. Everything inside me yelled Retreat!
So I did, to that place that never fails to ground me and bring me back to myself. I went to my studio and made a quilt. It’s a safe place, but not a hiding place. Just the right amount of speaking in color and shape and texture to settle me down. And it worked. I know this quilt is redolent with my experience with Piper and my visit to Blue Star. I’m not conscious of exactly how, but I know from experience that this is how it works for me. It’s like sleep in a way, the place where things get sorted out on another level. I’m not always exactly sure what happened, but when I wake up, I’m feeling better and ready for whatever comes next.