Grounded

Grounded doesnt have a very good connotation. A teenager being grounded, an airline pilot grounded, electricity grounded, someone who has just fallen: grounded. To me, being grounded is a matter of being productive on this earth plane, or going insane. Ive rediscovered how I need my connection to the earth, to its creatures, and plants. I must place my hands in dirt, walk barefoot upon the earth, breathe the fresh air. It is my lifeline. The only thing that keeps me here. Without it I would float away up into the atmosphere so high, I would explode. Ive had nothing to do with my garden or potted plants because it would cause me to go into a deep dark depression. I have to leave it in October. My babies! I have pushed them out of my mind and memory. I still cant handle the garden, but the pots on the deck have become my rediscovered sanity. I walk by them and they cry, "why do you not even look at us anymore"? Ive decided they are coming with me, and I will love them again. I brought my favorite rocking chair out there and placed it under my big beautiful elm tree. I placed a clock out there, because its very important to me to keep track of time. I spend alot of time out there now, along with my cups of coffee and my dog Lily, who must always sit on my lap when Im rocking. Im repotting, watering, repositioning, and gazing upon my green friends. They are who I am. I am the nature girl. I am being fed again. I was starving. I was floating away. Being grounded is home.
In my studio, I will have as many plants as is possible. I will even try to have a bit of retail space for them, as I propagate and grow them from seed and cuttings. My studio will also have a space to sell vintage items, collectibles, and antiques. One of my favorite things to do is go to garage sales looking for treasures. I also have been known to have done a bit of dumpster diving, along with roadside retrieval of items that have great potential for a rehab. Good at that too, and I love doing it. I can not believe what people throw away! Along with my art and possibly others art, it will be a haven for anyone lucky enough to walk through the door. But it begins with dirt, upon which I shall build my foundation.