This morning, I’ve been glancing back at last week.
There’s still a trace of it whispering about in the bright light of Saturday morning.
I’m not sure where the past five days jetted off to, or how I specifically spent my time. There is a muddle of ribbons here in my hands, moments braided and twisted together, looped about in narrow arcs and knotted into a colorful representation of five days, come and gone.
I have vague memories of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday;
moments when I felt like I was seeing my town, my street, my home, my life with fresh eyes. There was the painting of our bedroom walls (finally), a fresh swaddling of textured plaster in tranquil hue. Newly washed sheets for the bed. Steady rain and the quiet fall of snow between bursts of sunshine. An open window in the night letting in hasty springtime wind. There were seven letters, delivered by hand. Written by hand. There were three boxes tied up with string. Two small cakes and a glass of milk. There was a walk when the sun turned to snow and we hurried home to the front porch and shelter. There was a delicious sandwich, two lattes, one dry cappuccino. There was a house full of firefighters. There was a thoughtful breakfast with Sue wherein we discussed the similarity of process between an artist (me) and a scientist (her). There was chicken curry and naan bread at the Indian restaurant last night. There was abundant laughter and an art walk through Old Town where there seemed to be so many people, milling about, and that gallery with the horse sculptures and the exposed brick walls! There was love. There was a fit of tears. There was my KitchenAid mixer.
I worked a total of three hours in my studio, this past week.
I was simply too busy living a lot of life;
watching the world with fresh eyes;
interacting within my short and stout hemisphere;
spinning in the wind like an honest weather vane.
I allowed myself to be pushed and pulled in many social directions because sometimes I have to.
And best of all, I was being with Robert.
Everyday.
I’m not tired anymore.
I can’t be.
Not with these fresh eyes.
My summer begins in one week!
I’m ready to take it on.
Happy weekend to you all! I hope there
are picnics, wildflowers and Canada goose goslings galore!
xx
My summer begins in one week!
I’m ready to take it on.
Happy weekend to you all! I hope there
are picnics, wildflowers and Canada goose goslings galore!
xx
Enjoy your weekend Plume! 🙂 Your week sounds wonderful and full and I LOVE that paint you have on your walls. So fresh and peaceful…
Thanks for sharing! <3<3
Enjoy your week Ms. Plume and I predict that this will be a very productive week in the studio…XXOO Sal
What a week, rife with life. Thank you for sharing it. Really, I mean it–because of how you write, I can taste the experiences.
xxxx
D
i hope one of those letters came from me…if not, there's one on its way 😉
xoxo
I am tied up in spring – that´s beautiful… I love your pictures.
Reads Wonderful.
xo
Andrea
Lovely. 🙂
LOVE you all.