What the heck is going on here? No posts for ages. My hits are way down. It's like something happened and everyone forgot to tell me about it!
Nah. It's just...life happened. Finn and Lucy have been getting settled into their fall schedules. I was back up at the Monastery again for a little bit. Various yoga training stuff has been taking up my attention. And, you know, the usual never-ending things like cooking and cleaning and pissing off most of the New York City homeschooling community with demands for self-reflection. Turns out, people hate that.
But Art also happened! Art IS happening! Indeed, I stand poised on the verge of making a large investment in wool for my Next Big Thing. You see, I have a vision. It is a vision of how something needs to look in order to convey the idea of what I want to convey. The project is still in the "you know what would be wicked cool?" stage when I am totally psyched about the materials and the process and the idea. In order to keep this excitement going, it is critical that I ignore the somewhat forlorn pile of boxes that is my Fierce Heart project returned from South Dakota and, instead, picture the new piles of boxes containing the materials that will be transformed into this vision.
I have been debating back and forth about this project and which vision exactly I want to present but given its large, time consuming nature, I need to make a decision. I am thisclose to doing it. All will be revealed in the fullness of time, be assured.
Lucy turned 16! Not so surprisingly, she is a pretty amazing young woman, confident and with strong opinions (especially about what her mother is wearing, saying and doing). I am very happy to know her. Here she is at about age two...a really cutie-pie!
|Lucy and The Flabber, a slightly traumatizing doll to give a two-year old but, hey, a gift is a gift.|
Here is a funny little butternut squash who was all confused about what it wanted to be when it grew up. He became part of our Canadian Thanksgiving dinner. A right tasty little guy, he was (and from the Monastery garden, too!)
And these? These are the last flowers of the season from my garden, proving that even the most seriously neglected plot of land will produce great beauty if left to its own devices.
More is coming. Oh yes, more is coming.