"Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground." -Rumi
If you know me and have had the pleasure of my company recently, you've felt my grating cloud of gloom. I talk about the same five things that make me sad, frustrated, tired, listless, and angry, smile weakly and hope the other person has something to say because I'm fucking sick of myself. Yes, I've also taken to cussing, as Addair's preschool teacher knows but probably no other adult because mostly, I just rage in the comfort of my own home. Sorry, family. I'm working on it.
Bleak, I know, but it's getting better. That's why I feel like writing.
This is a season of transformation and training for me and it's been hard. My old ways started to chaff and it's taking me a while to figure out what to do with that.
So far I've figured out that I need to move toward 1. Making things and 2. Conversing with the spirit of things. These are the parts of life that matter to me and make me feel alive. When I let myself desire, I'm drawn toward the intangibleness of the things we can see and touch.
I think what that looks like next is to open a design-minded hardware store. The unpolished sketch of this thing: 1. Everyday objects that are functional, beautiful, straightforward, and affordable 2. Design collaboration with Knoxville makers 3. A third place in Downtown North for Civil Conversations, art installations and happenings 3. A showroom for Knox Revival's kick-ass finishes
This is a rough description and I'm letting you into the ground floor of my thinking because I want this to grow out of community. If any of this excites you, get in touch, I need all the help I can get.
Alright, bitches (read: my new habit of bold speak) let's do this thing. I've got some ideas and I'll be in touch.