HomeThe Well-Lived LifeThe Surface Life Remedy: Get Away

The Purple Orchid, one of Burnsville, NC's finest Victorian beauties, and my home for four days.Most days I feel like I’m living on the surface of life. There’s so much I’m thinking about, so much I want to engage with, so much I want to create, but I feel like I’m always in queue, daydreaming, getting ready for the next thing, to the extent that I’m really not doing anything at all.  Oh, I’m doing stuff. But it’s the dishes, the laundry, the scraping of paint off the walls of my studio-in-the-making, the going to the bank, the grocery store, the harp lesson, the piano lessons.

Anyway, the daydreaming fits my personality (I’m an infp). Once while we were renovating our house and trying to work out a solution to a particular problem, my husband and I were hashing  out all the possibilities. My brother, who would be doing the work, got frustrated and demanded we just get on with the damn project!  Maybe part of it too is that I the world of potentiality can be so interesting, while the world of making and doing can be, well, tedious at times. And let’s not forget that making something–like art or dinner, even–requires time management, a skill in which I am most decidedly insufficient.  To the point that dinnertime takes me by surprise.  Every night.

My temporary remedy for this surface life? I will be staying four days at the Purple Orchid.  This delicious home is owned by a friend of mine, and she needed a house sitter on quick notice.  I have always loved this house, even before I knew my friend, it’s right off the main highway that runs from my town, and it’s purple.  Did I mention that it’s a restored Victorian beauty? And that it’s purple? Sigh.

Here’s what I’m thinking.  For four days I’m not going to have any distractions. And I can focus on constructing some sacred geometric forms.  Because sacred geometric forms are one of those things I’m always thinking about, but never actually drawing.  I can write some poems that have heretofore been trapped in the ethers, waiting for ground control to get its act together and give them a good-to-go for landing.

Art is good medicine, and so is a getaway. If it is as good as I hope it will be, I will do it again.


The Surface Life Remedy: Get Away — 2 Comments

  1. I have always loved this house!! I even dreamed of making it my b&b when it was for sale a few years back. Dream big! Enjoy your stay birthday sister! It’s beautiful inside and out!

  2. Brenda, first off! Happy Birthday! 🙂 I hope you are well and your boys are no doubt wonderful! I had a thought that this house would be an awesome women’s center! Wouldn’t that be so cool? I think it’s too close to the highway to really make it as a b&b….anyway, love to you, sister! stay in touch in what little ways you can! xoxoxo

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