Less is more

It is spring in Tasmania and my garden keeps calling out to me to plant seeds, to weed and mow. My kitchen keeps calling out to me to make onion jam, brew up some apple wine and dry the mustard greens to make home made wasabi.

My inner domestic goddess keeps demanding more attention, and I keep having to tell her I have other work to do... like earning a living. But my home studio looks out over the garden and the newly budding red roses keep nodding at me.

For years my work has been my number one priority but more and more I am relishing time to think and create, to walk and listen to my inner thoughts. I am not sure what the profit margin in this activity is but some deep part of me keeps telling me to forget about paying the bills and just tune in to my soul's longing.

Luckily the film projects I have on all have enough heart to make me still sit down here at the computer and find fulfillment with my work. Less is more and more is less, don't they say?