Wednesday. Watching the rain from the porch with Sprout. Newly mowed grass, in heaps. Tired. So tired, after a night awake with a restless babe. Fresh jam. Scattered thoughts. Trying to make sense with words with some people, including with my mother, and while my heart is there, and hers is, it doesn't always come out right. You know? The words crisscross like a subway map, and you find you can't always get off where you intend to. A headache. Raw almonds on honey toast. The first zinnias blooming in the garden. And already the day is over and it's time for bed. But before sleep, some things to share:
First: some small art. Little tiny pieces that I am putting in a little gallery for sale. I know. Itâ€™s been years, literally, since I sold art here, with the time away from teaching my creative well has been filling and Iâ€™m excited to start sharing little pieces with you. Please go look. It's just a start. An inkling. We'll see where it goes.
The pieces Iâ€™ll be putting up first are in a songbird series. I have this gorgeous old vintage book about songbirds and Iâ€™m giving its pages new life with little paintings of the birds that have been making me so happy this summer.
Also, Iâ€™ve been lovingâ€¦this gorgeous little journal of random things.
This little story.
And these fascinating little films.
What's inspiring you?