I’ve missed you. And that is a good thing. This past week we have been visiting family in Alabama and I’ve showed you to everyone, mostly for the purposed of showing pictures of our life and it was oh so helpful. But it made me realize that I really do love coming here to post our pictures and talk about my life. Its helpful to digest what is going on, and to honor projects completed. There are so many things that I want to do, and many of them may or may not get done. That list may change as my needs and inspiration shifts, but writing is something that is always therapeutic no matter what. One of the greatest intentions of this blog has been to provide a public writing space, to draw out a different voice than I know in my journals. Its a lighthearted, no pressure space to write, in safety and freedom.
A lot has happened since I’ve been here and then again, somehow life is still just the same old gorgeous steady rythm of baby sweetness. I’ve made a lot of ceramics and that area of my creative garden is in full bloom. In fact it has been getting the most of my attention besides Cora. On the horizon, is a beautiful future of bellydance taught by a new dear fellow Mama friend, which will provide much needed connection with other women and with my body. I have realized that I have been putting care for my body too far down on the list and I simply cannot be happy without lots of movement in my life.
Since I haven’t been writing here, I haven’t been writing. And I feel like I am not using a valuable tool. But I have been reading and processing life in different ways. When the season changes and the earth gets cold, the viels thin and shadows begin to show themselves. Its beautiful, vivid but its so intense. I have been feeling deeply. I have been feeling and healing things that have really just been needing the time and space to be felt and healed. Sometimes I don’t know how to be a public person when this is going on. But I know that is just fine, and beautiful and mature to give heavy feelings an appropriate moment.
Now, I am lighter, and I am so looking forward to the future, this busy holiday season, my ceramic show, a bellydance performance, a weekly hoop jam, Cora’s birthday, baking and making in warm cozy home. I also have a illogical desire to make a quilt tugging at my heartstrings. And I ask, what on earth am I doing wanting to make a quilt?!?! But projects excite me, hobbies are my reason for being, and the idea of creating a practical (and otherwise expensive) object that will drape my child in a fluffy embrace of warmth and made by Mama love? I guess its not so illogical afterall. It just may be sensible.
Bloom and Glow 
martha jewel said,
November 14, 2010 at 1:44 pm
Making a quilt sounds wonderful. There was a quilt-making tug for me a few years ago. I even started collecting scraps of fabric from items that held good memories or an article of clothing that I enjoyed but was unwearable & un-pass-on-able. But, as so often happens, I got occupied with other things & sent my patchwork stash off to be with someone who might actually do something with it. But I think a quilt would be a fantastic project for you because it can be an on-going, add-to,no-pressure-kind-of-love-thingy.
Jodi said,
November 16, 2010 at 7:14 am
Our Granny (Gpa’s mama) made quilts for each one of her grandchildren…not an easy task when you consider she had eight kids – and I think 17 grandkids. They were our high school graduation gifts and had our names embroidered on them. It’s one of my most prized possessions.