Since my post a week ago, I've been pondering something I think might contribute to mental, emotional and creative "fraying": whether or not one senses that what one is doing, how one is being in the world, has purpose.
It's not just that having something that gets us out of bed in the morning can bring us happiness; it's also good for our mental health.
For happiness, Nancy Kirk-Gettridge writes that having a sense of purpose (why one exists) needs to be combined with a set of values, an ability to realize act according to those values to achieve an objective (realize one's purpose) and finally, the confidence -- strong enough self-worth -- to go forward in action. According to some research, a sense of purpose, the pursuit of happiness through purpose, and a human's social nature can be seen even at a physiological level. Without a sense of purpose, humans become "...vulnerable to boredom, anxiety and depression", wrote Dr. Steve Taylor several years ago in Psychology Today.
Achieving "happiness", according to some, is based on having one's needs satisfied; this can be a very short-lived sensation indeed! For "happiness" to be long-lived -- to become what I'd call joy -- there needs to be something more, and that 'something' is meaning or purpose. That's the power of purpose.
When COVID-19 hit, many of us in Western culture (and likely elsewhere too!) lost our footing. Many lost their employment, which for some was the main -- or perhaps the sole -- driver of meaning in their lives. Some were forced into retirement, because they became ill or because whatever they were working at would never be the same once all this was over. In a culture highly motivated by personal satisfaction via consumption, many of us began to question the value of this approach to life...and how to manage our lives differently.
I come from a long line of practical people. People who, bless 'em, enjoyed music and a bit of art, but never encouraged creativity that didn't have a utilitarian nature. A long line of farmers, gardeners, makers through sewing, knitting and quilting. I trained as a nurse, and later moved into the business and financial world to make my living; my "work" in textiles was both utilitarian and a bit of a hobby.
Even though it's been almost a decade since I began to think of myself as an artist, I've never thought I could make a living at it. It wasn't a hobby; it wasn't how I was spending my "retirement" -- something that captures one's thoughts and imagination for almost every waking hour of every day isn't either of those things.
|"Broken Bricks" - for charity|
And with a lock-down in March has come a bit of a "Baby Boom" in December and January! Friends and relatives are becoming grand-parents or great-aunts -- some for the first time! Nothing says "HOPE" like new life -- and so I've been busy knitting and quilting.
Cousins from across the country called yesterday. They're expecting their eighth grand-baby in February -- a cause for celebration. We talked about what I could make, now that "Grandma" has taken up quilting; we agreed that a baby born in February in Quebec should have a hat and socks, and so s/he shall.
When I told them of all the baby socks etc. I've been making, "Grandma" commented, "Gosh, you're busy!" I explained to her that it kept me going, filled the long days and provided a purpose -- a reason to use up my generous stash of fabric and yarn.
Yes, I'm making art again, here and there; I've been taking workshops online and playing with samples and new techniques. I've even managed to sell a few pieces that I've posted online, and I've participated in a local Christmas Market -- also online.
Don't get me wrong; I love to make art. I love the challenge it gives me, as I am a Very Left-Brained Person. And yes, I believe that there is a purpose for art in everyone's life -- whether it's visual art, performance (music, song, dance, theatre) or the written word. It fulfills a need deep within me and, I suspect, in most if not all of us.
|Baby quilt under construction|
But there is a tension in my life when it comes to my making -- a vibration between the world of art for art's self, and the world of art that meets a need beyond the cerebral, the visual, or the auditory. Not all that is utilitarian is art-ful, but in finding my feet again in these challenging times, I've discovered that -- in this 'right now' -- when I make something functional in a way that's also appealing to the eye, my sense of purpose is heightened.
Although I may be fraying, knowing this keeps me from falling apart at the seams.
|Mending a Broken-hearted World|
-- a work in progress
Linking this to Nina-Marie's Off the Wall Friday and with WIP Wednesday over on The Needle and Thread Network. I wish you all, Gentle Readers, a glimpse of the light and hope entering our world. Blessings for Christmas to those who celebrate, and to all, wishes for wholeness, purpose and joy in the year to come.