This is ironic. I love this month's challenge, it provides the perfect opportunity to explore what is both delicate and heavy; full of angst but also of joy; embodies uninhibited happiness and complete despair... the body, my body. And I feel ready to be brave and honest and really delve deep into my own issues and expose my fears.
And here is my hand - cleaning.
We are about to go on holiday and I have this thing about leaving the house in a state as near to perfection as possible, partly because our neighbour, a friend and the cat watcher will all be here, collectively looking after the cats in our absence, and I don't want them to see what messy slobs we really are. But also, I like nothing less than coming home to a messy house.
And the manic cleaning, coupled with the long hours put in at work in order to get everything ready for our two week leave, finds me curiously lacking in both time and focus for creative explorations... I feel temporarily stunted, exhausted and in need of a holiday.