Once upon a time we had a fish named Benny who lived in a
bowl and was lovingly cared for. We moved and he moved into a fancy tank. One
day, the tank came crashing to the floor and water spilled all over, seeping
through the floorboards and ceiling, onto the floor below. No one knew which
way to turn or what to do first. Fish were the last things on my mind until my
5 year old, in a panic stricken voice, repeated “get Benny, get Benny”. I
sprung into action and miraculously saved Benny and his tank mate. They were
quickly transported to a mason jar and (somewhat carelessly) placed beside the
kitchen sink. Oh yes.
Later that day, engrossed in my third load of dishes, I
unwittingly poured these two innocent and traumatized fish into a sink full of
hot, soapy and greasy water. I was completely unaware of this fatal move until
I looked down moments later and saw something blue covered in suds. Utterly
horrified, all I could say was “oh, no, oh, no, oh, no.” I was truly devastated
by what I had done and the undoing of the day’s tiny miracles.
I’ve moved on for the moment, unable to capture the initial
energy that propelled this direction. It’s okay though. A Drawing Project
continues to push me — I need to be artistically present and responsible one
day a week. To my surprise, that is a BIG deal! I’m at a point where
transformation and adaptation is necessary. I over think things (way too much)
and am still insecure about creating art, so this “little” project ends up
being a mental mess once a week. Where will I go? What will I make? I’m curious to
know. I’ll need to show up on Monday…
We’re giving the classic message-in-the-bottle a whirl to
see if we get a response, assuming the bottle doesn’t break during its journey.
I certainly hope we hear from someone — connection and community have been big
topics of conversation as of late. It would just be amazing if this bottle,
filled with hope and sealed with care, had a safe journey into interested
Through Paper and Cloth Stash, I recently received a custom
crown request. I’m always so grateful for these opportunities. I was happy to
do it, had a great experience and everyone seemed delighted with the results! Thank you.
It’s been amazing to have a yard once again. I don’t need to
orchestrate trips to the playground, walks about town or adventures to the
beach, although that last one is still irresistible. Whether the sun is out or not,
the kids are self directed much of the day, create their own sense of rhythm and
check in only to be fed or for a little bit of help.
They have a dirt pile
where they dig, garden and build magical fairy houses bedecked with rock beds and
leaves of pillows. We often contemplate whether the fairies will make it their home. How could they resist these beautiful houses made with tender care? It’s truly a gift to have
space where the children are free to be.
For awhile I explored shadows and the spaces they created
using the fern that happily sat on our dining from table. I was also interested
in employing materials already at hand, in this case, an envelope and
newspaper. I still contemplate shadows and their spaces — maybe a direction to revisit soon.
Oh, yes, we have eight chicks, one third of their way to
becoming full-fledged chickens — Sally, Furry, Dozy. Scurry, Bear, Frizzle,
Marshmallow and Comet. They have been loved from the very beginning, cuddled
and most recently, gentled pushed in the hammock, pulled in the wheelbarrow or
wagon and brought to hidden play spaces. They are my children’s friends, whom
they visit and care for everyday.
So, far, it’s been a rewarding experience and a pleasure
keeping chickens. Rather easy too. We’re so happy to finally have realized this
dream. Now, it's time to figure out the garden component.