Isn’t she beautiful!
A gift from the man. I just keep taking her case off and running my fingers over her keys. She reminds me that function can itself be a beautiful thing, and that slowness, is a gift that brings centredness if approached in the right way. A chance to reflect on the simple act of doing, as well as the process and result – which is often imperfect these days, but lovely nonetheless for its simply being where it wasn’t before.
Booty from a trip to Kyo warehouse. Geisha poems. I keep turning them over in my hands, wondering what they say and marvelling at their simple beauty. Apparently Geisha poems, but perhaps soap labels. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Blooms that I have not much time to enjoy, yet they feed me when I glance sideways and know that without working 5 days, these, and other small luxuries like a beautiful magazine, a wealth of new yarn and a takeaway dinner were completely beyond me most days in the last few years.
I am finding working 5 days (even though they are short ones for the most past) to be quite the adjustment. I am behind in everything. The washing, the house-cleaning, the gardening, the shopping for food. I have not spent enough time in the studio – which needs to be organised again before it is usable. I am craving the opportunity to sew new work clothes – being bored, bored, bored with black and unable to break that cycle somehow. The weeks are unrelenting in their pace, and the weekends too fast. School holidays worry me because I still need to work and stress over what to do with the children who need most of all – in their holidays to just chill and be and recharge. Silly to worry over things that are not a problem yet – but there you are….
I am craving walnut coffee cake – homemade, but can’t get to the kitchen for long enough for that to materialise, or find the recipe in my immense and happy-making library. Ditto for the lemon butter which used to be a daily pleasure some months back. The lemons sit – mocking me and knowing they are safe for the meantime.
And yet, for all this, I am happy. Deliriously and fantastically happy. Every day. Mostly. And I am so very grateful for that.