as i put the second load of dishes in the dishwasher sometime after lunch, i found myself reflecting on the morning rush and wondered how i had gotten myself roped into coordinating the 2nd grade auction item for the fundraiser in november. this is the first tuesday in as long as i can remember that i've been home. and so much has happened on all of those tuesdays in between last school year and today. i have had some amazing travels and incredible experiences. i have at least one piece of super exciting news to share (not pregnant). but that news will wait. i have felt like the lid on my soul has been sealed so tight. like the lid on the maple syrup. i volunteered at school this morning and that stirred something up. and then i find dish soap up to my elbows and water dripping all over my soggy notebook as the words come pouring out. just like an old friend they showed up at the moment i least expected them. the words. i breathed in the feeling that comes when the creativity does, and wondered how i have LIVED so long without it. why does it come in waves? why is it feast or famine? whatever the case, i have much to say and do. and i'm so thankful to be writing tonight.
I am thankful you are writing too. Missed you. You have so much to share. Isn't life an amazing journey, made more so by the connections we make with each other. Feel the love..xxx
ReplyDeletei think if the creativity didn't come in waves we wouldn't accomplish any of the more mundane tasks like loading the 2nd load into the dishwasher. can't wait to hear more. :)
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