Well, yes, a little February lingers. February came late to me, it seems. I felt myself going "out"...out of sorts, looking outside myself...making other people responsible for *my* experience...feeling a disconnection and lack of engagement in the world.
Here, home, is where I have tools to ground myself. I can center and cope through living processes.
I set up a place for the hand grain grinder in my kitchen. This has been a quiet source of calm pleasure...the children can engage in "drive-by" grinding. I can sit, turn the handle, and gain a rhythm...and have a living outcome....flour for our muffins.
I teach 4 handwork classes, learn to identify with the struggles of the children, rejoice with them when they overcome challenges.
I set up a basket of uncarded wool in the living room. The hand cards are big for small hands, but I can sit and card while they play, offering a living picture for them to model. Their hands can come feel the wool, use it for the doll beds, or cooking, or take a tuft and crawl away.
I chop quietly in the kitchen, offering my breath to the cutting board, finding a slow, peaceful energy to surround our food with.
I go outside and savor the sun, savor my smiling son who doesn't rightly crawl, but scoots around. And he figured out how to climb stairs yesterday!
I settle into a knitting project. Or two.
Life is good here in the land of the living. p.s. I just want to thank those of you who stop by here. Your presence is encouraging and I am grateful for you!