Thursday, June 19, 2014

To.day

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. 


With gratitude,
Joanna

1 comment:

  1. "I try to remind myself that these things are not items on a to-do list, they are the loves of my life..." I just love this and want to use it as a mantra for my life.

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