Check out my sweet here. Thank you, Jen, for capturing this moment for us!
Spinning today as a result of running about this weekend getting back to work, taking Miles to the County Fair and then a shotgun trip up to Davis to visit Dear Friend. M and I arrived back in town in the early evening and crashed. I also had YET AGAIN another food allergy reaction on Friday night (clam chowder, which I ate plenty of in New England with no ill effects...) that left my face with red spots all over. Lovely! Aside from the allergic reaction and being drop-dead tired, it was all a blast.
I am so anxious to get to creative work, for which supplies are beginning to dribble in, but I'm still missing a couple of key items to get started. I want to keep the momentum from Squam, and I'm struggling with that because life is taking over again. My goal today is to pick up a new sketchbook since I'm using the back pages of old ones to draw ideas in and I'm needing the control of organization. I'm going to pick one up for M, too, because he will want to partake in what's being made. It'll make it easier to involve him while giving me snippets of time to work if he has his own beads, book & supplies.
Or I could just put him in the music room:
M is turning three in just over a week and so I'm also planning his little party and staying as busy as a bee. I hope I will have some work to share with you this week. I feel myself doing instead of Being and that's always my challenge.
I discovered years ago that I love doing things with my hands more than with my brain- that overloaded organ which has never served me especially well, anyhow. It's taken me a long time to see my life unfold as a reflection of that, but each time I discover something new to make with my hands that puts me into a trance-like state (not unlike a meditation) I am jarred awake with the reminder of "Hey! This is a huge part of who you are, woman!".
I admit to wearing gloves while gardening and because I grope people's soft tissue for grocery money, I tend to be a little protective of my hands. But I have to share that I'm having so much fun daringly pounding away on rivets, copper sheeting, wire and anything else I can bang a hammer with! When you've got an obsession with texture and touching everything (including aftorementioned tissue), a fun new medium is the bomb freakin diggity.
As time keeps marching forward, my belly is going to start getting in the way of what I do for vittles. I have been thinking about retiring after the holidays, which means giving up my coveted room at what I think is the loveliest spa in town...I'm thinking it is time for a leap into a more creative life's work. Of course, I'm being influenced by my recent getaway, Kelly Rae's & Swirly's new books, and a vibrantly renewed community that rallies effortlessly in favor of making what you love what you do.
It will be exciting to witness all that continues to unfurl post-Squam for everyone. As I check in with those who were there, I am reminded of how blessed I feel to be caught up in the creative whirlwind that is taking place for all of us.
I'm still totally digesting what I came back from SquamFest with. I genuinely am struggling to put it into words, but verbalizing hasn't been my strength lately, so I'm cutting myself a bit of slack.
I am feeling rather shot out of a canon to continue with the things I learned in Nina's class, and I'll soon post a photo up of my necklace and my unfinished book. The crafty aspect of this new medium (new to me) is appealing, but much more than that, I love how handsy the process is. Touching metal, pounding copper, the sulfury stinkiness of it all-I'm just digging it. I'm trying to problem solve, only in my head so far, and sort out how to apply some of the techniques I've learned into my mixed media wall art. I don't know if I'll be able to do it, but it's fun to think about.
I also loved seeing so many familiar faces round the lunch tables, though I didn't have much time being off-campus to socialize and catch up with everyone. It was just lovely all the same to be in a room with people I have created with before and have come to adore-and miss.
Gathering in order to raise creative consciousness and form connections with other creatives is so important to me. It is very easy to isolate as a creative (and as a mom) and it takes enormous commitment (and bawlz) for so many of us to travel as far as we did in order to participate in this special meeting of the minds. I think Nina's website, and Kelly Rae's, as well as gobs of others, have links to similar events such as ArtFest and Art & Soul, which might be closer to you than all-the-way-across-the-bloody-country-New Hampshire. (This in no way means New England doesn't rock my pants off-I'm just blessed to have had the time and resources to make the journey.)
My one wish would have been to have asked about on-site accomodations for my family. I'm peeved I didn't do this, because an inordinate amount of time, groceries and gasoline were spent travelling back and forth to Moultenborough to dine and sleep with my babe when we could have all been in the same place. For any of you who are attachment parenting or just don't want to leave your family behind for 5-6 days, I recommend exploring the option- the camp is huge, the food is lovely and the scenery incomparable. A couple of women in my class had their husbands join them at some point during the stay and they enjoyed the golfing, kayaking, etc., while we crafted away.
In other news, it was my birthday yesterday and I enjoyed some fine mexican food, as that cuisine is sorely lacking in the NE. So I'm 37 now, waddling about, larger at four months than I was at six with M, and needing to plan another birth. I told a friend today that this one is so different, I don't get to daydream about it as much because I'm busy entertaining the real deal in front of me. I have fear that the littlest one is already getting the shaft and that makes me want to tune in and focus on *him or her*. But when?
I have become one of those kvetchers who never has enough TIME! Or sleep...
Love to you in blogland...sleep tight.
Returning from Squam Art Workshop has left me with many inspired feelings, as well as being quite exhausted. I hardly know where to begin to describe how significant this experience has been for me. Perhaps I'll tease you at least a little, as I'm sure I'll be talking about the event for a while as I digest and find a way to put it into words.
Being a tree-lover who now lives in the desert, New England is a balm on my soul. The birch, maple, oak and white pine are so thick and dense, a feast for my spirit. That being said, imagine being plopped down smack in the middle of my idea of heaven on earth and then let me play for long stretches of hours in a trance...creating! With dozens of women I love and admire!
We made a big family adventure out of it and left five days before the festival began, starting in Boston and visiting my college roommate and her sister. We walked around Harvard Square eating ice cream and Italian food, enjoying one of the loveliest cities in the country.
It was so worth it to take some extra time to make our leisurely way up to the lakes region of New Hampshire. We stopped in Methuen, Mass to get a much-needed dose of my girl, Nina, even though we'd be seeing her at Squam. Her kids were so sweet! We had an amazing lunch and the kids painted pumpkins grown in Nina's dad's garden.
We devoured the best clam chowder in Portsmouth, NH, loads more chocolate ice cream and had so much fun at The Friendly Toast downtown- where Brandon ate Almond Joy pancakes. Delish. Because it's all about the food. We happened into Nahcotta for the Enormous Tiny Art Show and were so excited to see work hanging by artists we actually knew-several of which would be partying down at SAW. What fortune!
This is all my little jet-lagged fingers can muster tonite-I will get into the nitty grits tomorrow. There is too much to share to try to squeeze it all in in just one post!
Miles and I have had a few conversations about his birth and en utero experience. What he recalls always blows me away.
Today I picked up my copy of Mother's Nature, which I loved reading when I was pregnant with M, and was skimming the pages and admiring the diverse cultural stories and proverbs the authors compiled. It is such a wonderul read! When I was closing it, Miles pointed to the mommy and the baby at the top of the book and this dialogue took place:
M: May I want one of those? A boy?
Me: You'd like a baby?
M: Yes. A boy one.
Me: What would you do with a baby?
M: Play with it when he gets big.
Me: Hm. And what about when he is very small?
M: And I come out. BOOM.
Me: Is that how you came out?
M: Miles TB just hurt and I need to come out. BOOM! (TB=tummy belly, and he did have a poop during labor...)
Me: Oh...I wonder if it was because of the spicy food I ate?
M: Yes. It was.
Today I am 12 weeks with number two. Down the wild rabbit hole I go again!