Thank you so much for all of your kind and loving words about my grandfather. He had a beautiful life, and I'm grateful for each moment we had together.
Conversation yesterday with wise friend:
me: Why are there are so many roadblocks in my life these days- when will I be able to start working and making things consistently again? Where the hell did my creativity go?
wise friend: Are you kidding me? You are working and making things all of the time! I bet your feathering your nest just like the birds these days.
me: No, not like I used to. sigh. (ironically, I found the above nest right after we got off the phone!)
wise friend: Of course not- nothing stays the same and everything stays the same. Are you making beautiful meals? What's for dinner?
me: coconut curry is on the stove...
wise friend: are you making things grow?
me: no... the earth does that.
wise friend: stop giving me a hard time, did you plant the flowers that are blooming in your yard?
me: all right- yes, and my garlic is up, too!
wise friend: I think I've seen that you've been sewing (on instagram)
me: if doll clothes count... lots of doll clothes these days.
wise friend: I think we're done here.
What would we do without a little loving perspective now and then? Of course, nothing stays the same. We are all ever evolving- but the familiar rhythm of this season is carrying me along. I've been watching the daffodils as they lengthen and stretch. Their golden faces finally peeked out to greet the sun yesterday. Our magnolia has begun the unveiling of her rose colored blossoms. The lilies, poppies, bleeding hearts and lupines are all beginning their preliminary "lushing" and leafing out. The grass has turned an electric shade of green. The birdsong is deafening during the day and the peepers serenade us each night.
The barn is calling for paint, the trails need the wild roses to be pruned so we can find our way back to the creek, the chickens need daily herding into the garden for bug patrol, the laundry is calling to be hung on the line under the blue skies... and I'm considering getting some pansies for the front porch today. I've also been thinking about creating a giant canvas to hang over my bed... and have a "t-shirt to spring dress" refashioning project on the brain for myself and my girl, and....
Maybe- just maybe, some things do stay the same.
I'm sure you are growing and evolving also, but I bet there are some returning favorites... "sweet things" that come back each year for you, too.