2.5" x 5", Mixed-media on reused plyboard from a cookie box, 2009.
One of my favorite things I've ever heard Miles say: "Why are those foxes putzing around at night?" (while reading a book about Sonoran desert wildlife).
Putzing around is a term I use with him when he is stalling at bedtime, lollygagging about when I'm trying to dress him...typical impatient mom lingo. When I started inking on the surface of the above tiny piece, that's what it felt like to me-putzing around-where am I going with this? In a really fun way. I tried some crackling paint and a few different kinds of pens. My rotring bled a bit on top of all of the layers of paint, even with waterproof ink-so problem solving that was a little frustrating. I ended up using a Staedtler that was a bit cleaner than I was really going for, but I do think I'll keep using it.
So in the end, it didn't matter where I was going-just that I was enjoying the crooked path, full of mistakes, dead ends and U-turns.
We had friends come in from northern CA yesterday afternoon, to squeeze in one last visit before baby comes. We so enjoyed their company and felt so FULL when they left that I'm still feeling really rich from it. We love this little family so much-a family who has had some rough bumps-and still are experiencing some. But the capacity for merriment and closeness was....delicious.
After they cleared out today, I had a living room full of women for monthly medicine circle. We've been working with excavating the unhealed parts of the mind, transcending self-imposed limitations of the rational mind, and unravelling years of allegiance to thoughts that certain things simply cannot be healed. We explored the question: What do I believe cannot be healed? I found that there is still a great deal of putzing around to be done in this neighborhood. At the end of the day, I want to create space within myself to clear those obstacles and remember the mysterious potential of the heart to rise above the mind.
It was a very full day!
Miles and Mari, bedhead buddies.
