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I have managed for the first time in my life to properly disconnect over Christmas. 

It was one of the first time I was not jumping straight back into a tour or a creation so I guess that helped. Chickenpox helped too. 

I had a hard time reconnecting gently. I did reconnect, but violently, harshly, brutally. Like; I had forgotten what the struggle of being a mid-scale maker is: making work and touring it. You have funding, but not enough. You do not have no money, but you do not have enough of it. 

I have read The Creative Habit (Twyla Tharp) and I loved it. It reconnected me. 

It reconnected me with kindness and warmth to the essence of my practice: creating. 

When I mentioned that I needed to be on my feet more, I should have said, in my head too. I want to move out from my belly in order to be more rooted to the ground (serenity) and to connect more to my thinking brain (academic léa hello). I need to come out of myself more.

I need to challenge my beliefs or to really research about them. 

I need to move my sensations, my beliefs from my belly to my feet and to my head. 

I need to be more pragmatic in my writing, my use of quotes, my words. 

I realise that when I make time and space for the MA, I enter a safe and warm bubble. I sit on my couch, the house is quiet. I read. I am at my computer and I type, fingers connected to my belly, fingers that will be connected to my feet and to my head more. 

I love that bubble. This MA really is the opportunity to look back and to look forward. 

I want to cultivate this serenity, this chance, this luck. I feel lucky. I cannot wait to properly dive in Module 2. 


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  1. Matthew Rawcliffe2 février 2023 à 07:48

    This is so lovely :) My bubble is almost the opposite… but you provoked me to consider what and why that is. But I can really echo feeling lucky and excited about that space and what it offers.

    I work in my local cafe and library, I thrive off the gentle loudness of these spaces. It’s also the first time I have become a ‘regular’ somewhere - which I enjoy a lot. And I love that when I finish working I can say goodnight to someone and then walk home.

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  2. Léa9 février 2023 à 01:50

    I love that! Yes it is quite the opposite! Once the kids are dropped off at school and nursery // and I love that feeling of belonging to a community, I do have it strongly but outside, outdoors, in front of the school entrance, in the nursery's elevator, in my street.. then I hide, the house is quiet, I sit on the sofa (which I NEVER do) and I read. When I finish working, I can say hello to someone(s) and welcome them back home. :) <3

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  3. Ann Louise Wall9 février 2023 à 08:04

    Glad you managed to rest a little over Christmas although it sounds like you were still very busy with the family! I have been experimenting with this 'MA work space' more lately. Finding I work a lot better at the library when I have not got my home distractions around me. I definitely like a quiet space but sometimes enjoy having people around me in that space who are also working. I love this feeling of evolving and listening to what is needed each day for me to work productively.

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