I have been working on a studio/workshop space for a few years now.
For me, it started with the ground, the earth, the dirt under my boots. I am not a dreamer! I longingly admire all the dreamers I have known. I wish I could be a dreamer too, but it isn’t my comfort zone…so I work at it bit by bit.
I set aside my overactive sense of inhibition. I say, “No might not be the answer to everything…maybe this is okay.” I ease my way through the narrow spaces between fear and doubt. I promise and comfort my inner critic, cooing to her that I won’t embarrass her this time. I will be careful–meaning I will be filled with caring and focused.
I am allowed a space. “I’m being thoughtful,” I tell myself. The building is there on our land. The building hasn’t been used in twenty years, longer really, so it’s okay to claim it. So I do. I claim its rotting stores of wet lumber, gardening trash, and broken furniture. I claim its spiderwebs and the spiders who make them and all the dead insects in the webs and scattered on the dirt floor. I claim the water damage from the leaky skylight, the posts that were never set in concrete, the spaces where the trees and sunlight are visible through the walls, the dust, the absence of doors, and the lack of electricity. I claim all of the purpose it once had, now long past. I claim it’s oldness and see it all as new to my own eyes.
Here in this woods, in this dirt-floored, unused, ignored building, without electricity, without water, without doors, without an absolute certainty to fool me, I am filled with hope and excitement for all the things that can only happen when I look deeply at what is right here, right now. I’m not talking of possibility. Not yet. I mean just some gratefulness and amazement at this building standing here on our land. It’s like a miracle, because I don’t have money to build something like this. If I did I would never let it be so grand a space! No, this is inspiring, just as it is. And then possibilities come to mind. If I put my time and my hands together this space can offer more than my careful reined in dreams.
And maybe, just maybe, if I can make this building useful again, then I can see my own healing is happening too.