Workspace Soulspace

I follow Jonna Jinton on Instagram who posted recently that she has now moved into her new studio – a home that she has been renovating that is dedicated to her work, and, I gather, different rooms for different types of creative works and projects. I read her post in which she explains that it feels like her ‘soul has come home.’ That this is a space that her soul knew was meant to happen and needed to happen. She said, “for every single box I opened to unpack my stuff, I felt like I unpacked parts of myself that I lost somewhere along the road. When every room took form, I felt more and more whole.” As I read this, I completely understood. To the point that I teared up a little bit with how much I understood.

As I wrote in a recent blog post of mine, my studio is a wooden tray that I bring out to my kitchen table. It works. It’s functional, but it doesn’t hold much. Most of my art or creative things are stored in places where I have found room, throughout my house: my closet, under my bed, in the pantry or under the stairs to the basement. It’s a chore to pull various things out and sometimes it’s hard to remember the various art ‘bits’ I have or which box it might be in. At times lately, I have felt lacking in energy and the ambition to put all of my ideas ‘to paper’ or in physical form. I am not lacking in ideas that I am excited about. In fact, I feel overflowing with creative ideas. Sometimes it just feels overwhelming to get started when everything is tucked away ‘somewhere.’

I like to have things at my fingertips, as I imagine most people do. Even my husband, who is a carpenter can agree. We don’t have a garage or a workshop, so the struggle I feel with my art supplies, he feels with his tools. Stored anywhere around the house or property (we have a shed and a construction trailer) – or the basement- means when he wants or needs to construct something, half of the effort is in gathering everything that he needs to get to work. It makes the project more time consuming.

I felt so happy to read Jonna Jinton’s post that she has done this and succeeded in putting together this place. I always feel happy for others, when they can accomplish something that is such a perfect match for their soul. I could fully understand her emotion as I can imagine just exactly what that would feel like. And it also put into words something I would also love, but hadn’t perhaps advanced enough in my own unfoldment, that I had faced or acknowledged that desire yet. Or considered it possible.

That’s how goals evolve, you find evidence of something happening, and it appears at the right time to really make you think. Make you think that maybe this could be a ‘goal for me.’ Something you hadn’t thought of, or hadn’t thought that far enough ahead before, but now you are farther down your path and ‘that far ahead’ isn’t as far as it used to be.

Sending Love,

Devon