Sunday, August 8, 2010
Life's an Itch
As annoying (maddening really) as it is, I think it's much like the restlessness that my mind and spirit go through. I think it's just a physical form of restlessness. A longing for... newness. An itch that can't be scratched, so to speak. At first I tried to tune out the itch. I figured if I occupied myself enough I could just ignore it. Itchiness refuses to be ignored.
So, I paid attention to the itchies, trying to determine what was required of me. Sometimes a thing just demands our assiduity whether we like it or not. Short of joining a nudist colony (not bloody likely!) and microwavable meals off of paper plates (ew!), I have to do laundry and wash dishes. Bills need to be paid. People need to be fed. Vehicles require gas and upkeep. Even in art... supplies need to be bought, tools need to be cleaned and pencils sharpened. You get the picture. It can't all be fun all of the time.
Sometimes ya just itch for no good reason (as if there would be a good reason for itching?). Sometimes ya just gotta do what needs to be done.
And sometimes a cool, soothing bath in epsom salts is all that's required.
Posted by Barb Black at 6:03:00 AM