I've commandeered a wall in the living room where I have set up a big table which is slowly, but surely disappearing under a pile of plaster works in progress.The window it is in front of looks out over the pastures below but I don't see them much what with my head looking down at what I'm working on and all. I hear it's winter again outside. I feel so disconnected from the world outside of the ten foot circle I've been living in at that table. I glanced up this morning and saw tiny, slowly falling flakes of snow. For a minute I thought they were the cottonwood fluff in late spring that set my alergies aflame. An entire full minute - long enough to look up, take notice of the fluff and then look back down to the paint I was applying - was how long it took for the reality to fly in my head that it's still winter. Not spring. That the fluff is snow, not cotton wood. I had totally lost my bearings so much so that for that full minute I forgot that it was winter.
We have a new kid on the block. There's nothing like a big sister in the house to light up pony eyes. She's shacking up here until she knows what to do next. She's at that age of transition and takes it all on with gusto and optimism. She's a joy to have around...sweet, fun, and all together a radiant ball of light. She's my own personal cheer squad and you'd think by how she reacts that my works (in progress or otherwise) are coated in gold with chocolate sprinkles. She had a little fun with my half-wit bowls in progress. The moment of playfulness brought me into myself for a few minutes where I could just laugh at life and feel totally connected to things in progress - however they look. It's good to have light energy around when your bum is full of lead.