R Tramble

“I wish you all GOOD things but most of ALL I wish you COURAGE. Whatever happens BELIEVE in yourself.”

From Clinch.

Life, work and everything in between have driven a wedge between me and my art. I’ve attempted to nudge the blockage out of the way a couple of times, but my own stupidity has driven it firmly back into place.

Exhibit A: After a false restart two months ago, I geared up to work on “Dear” again. After going over my notes (again), my hair stood on the back of my neck.

I realized I’d miscalculated the blend.

The percentage was lower than what I’d thought it was, which is why when I kept sampling it, the blend smelled weak.

My sweet friends who are much more mathematically gifted than I am figured out the exact calculation needed to save Dear.

I thought I was on the right track.

Until tonight.

Exhibit B: After gathering all of my ingredients, sampling, meditating and getting myself ready to fall into a fragrant cloud of creation, I realized that I wouldn’t have enough of two important oils I needed to boost the 100 ml weak blend.

My quest to have Dear bottled and in bed by the end of the night faded away drop by drop.

I blended as much juice as I could. And instead of joining it with the weak blend, I put the juice away.

So now I’m here, in front of the computer, instead of my table, putting together a shopping list. Hopefully I can get an order off tomorrow.

Dear is becoming an obsession, a saga.

I hope she’ll be worth it.