Something came over me this morning.
It was like a sudden wave and I had to act on it.
I saw a piece of art from Newfoundland and suddenly I wondered why I was not making houses and sea and sky.
Why had I stepped away from what I loved. From what motivated me from the very beginning.
Why shouldn’t I begin again.
With years of experience.
Start in a new place.
Honestly if I could have boarded a plane right that minute I would have been home.
Though I have two homes now, one was my beginning.
Suddenly I had a passion to start a rug that I haven’t felt in a long time.
A passion to speak what I know, what I knew.
And so it begins again.
The artist in me revisits.
House, sea and sky.
I have missed you.