It's too cold to walk around naked!
My boyfriend just screamed, “It’s too cold! I can’t walk around naked anymore!” as he bounced around like the human Tigger that he is, slamming down all the windows before returning to the living room clad head-to-toe in long johns.
Meanwhile, I’m wearing two sweaters and wrapped in a fleece blanket as I write these words.
Are we being extra… or is it just New England in September?
I often reflect upon the weather—not because I’m someone you’d never want to bump into in an elevator, but because it does have an impact on the creative process.
When the summer sun was still holding court, I was jumping out of bed on Saturdays to send out this newsletter, but today I found myself wanting to stay under the covers a little longer. There’s the hint of a tickle in my throat—a reminder that I got stuck outside in the rain yesterday without a sweater.
Just a week ago that rain would have been refreshing, but yesterday it was hanging out with a fierce breeze that sent me running home to change into jeans and closed-toed shoes.
How privileged I am that unpleasant weather is only a mild inconvenience.
Now, I don’t have anything more poignant to say about the climate disasters ravaging the planet at the moment—I have not had my coffee yet and I fear that anything I say will sound trite.
But I do think that every artist has a responsibility to reflect upon the state of the world each morning. To give thanks for the comforts that we have, and to ask how we might make the world safer for all.
With that in mind, I’ve set a few intentions this month… Perhaps you might find them helpful:
May I resist the urge to consume more than I need.
May I stay calm and open-hearted in all my encounters.
May I stay committed to my creative work because it matters to me—and may it matter to other people, too.
May I fight my impulse to sleepwalk through life—to pull the covers over my head when there is work to be done.
xoxo Sarah