Instagram photo by pipwilcoxceramics* Truth *
What I want to be able to tell you about my holiday is that we had such adventures; that we set off in the car carefree and open to what came; that we drove north and stopped over in a shepherd’s hut in the Peak District; that we spent a glorious few days in the Yorkshire Dales and that we luxuriated in the inspiration we found at the Hepworth Wakefield and the Yorkshire Sculpture Park; that we spent our final few days in a cabin with a view of the water at Coniston; and that after driving back home we tumbled into our bed refreshed and reinvigorated. But actually, my fibromyalgia (which is at its worst right now) meant that even the occasional day trip was a stretch. So we spent a week at home breathing each other in, witnessing our garden bursting into life and resting. The truth is that I am struggling a great deal to accept how small my world has become because of my health. And I feel ashamed. I don’t know how common that is for people with chronic health conditions but it’s what I feel. Shame at my pedestrian life. Shame that I don’t have photos of mountains and lakes to share with you. Spending a month travelling around Europe by train; hitchhiking around Israel; driving through New South Wales in Australia on my own – these are the things that younger, pre-fibromyalgia me did and I’ve been yearning for her lately.
* Making *
I’m trying to find some acceptance about how affected my pottery is by my health. The truth is that so far this year I haven’t earned a penny. My body has been too painful and creaky to make any more than has been needed for my @makers4refugees
week and for my Ceramics Club Members. I desperately want to be in my studio creating. I miss it terribly and I’m totally skint. So I’m starting to think of physically lower impact ways of making. During my week off I spent a few hours in my studio doing my first bit of slab-building... [Continued below in Comments👇]