on or in the course of this present day
Art journaling while making dinner with fresh veggies, those thirty toes running around needing more and less attention. I am moving between all of these, settling into a space of me. The me that is cultivating this private world of open doors and cold, dirty floors; dirty happy children.
Today I was mom, museum, gardener, wife -- and in these spare moments between dinner and thirty toes I am an artist -- writing, thinking, moving in my own private world.
I love the smell of garlic on my hands, dropping the chopped bits into the heated oily pan and receiving a rush of sound and smell sensation.
I move between these tasks, gliding in the space of me, trying not to step beyond my boundaries -- my success can be circumstantial.
There are things scattered here and there, in and outside my house; tomato plants growing in a small plot of dirt on the porch, they had been meant for transplant. I try to remind myself that these things are not items on a to-do list, they are the loves of my life...and my success can be circumstantial.
But today I feel like a person again.