The children asked me a while ago to stop all the baking because they were gaining weight. There goes my dream of being the perfect cookie-making mom. Are you laughing now? I know you are I can hear it...Its ok, because I am laughing too.
I still make pancakes with applesauce on Sundays. That is the kind of mom I am.
I have to constantly adjust my expectations. Life has offered some interesting and rather stressful challenges in the past couple of years.
One of my remedies has been to explore the small things that make up my life and to find beauty and comfort in them. I haven't posted much lately because I was working yes, but also because I felt restless and dissatisfied with what is. Here, now. Which is anyway why I started this blog so I am back to square one and I have to start over and take the time to appreciate what is. Here. Now.
Light. The soft diffuse light of Vancouver. White things in this light. Even when the house messy there will be a corner that is as I wished it to be.
Which is where the paradox comes in. It is this restlessness with things as they are that moves me to better it all as much as I can. It pushes me to learn and explore and discover and I am so immensely more excited about my artmaking now.
So, I guess there must be a place where one is accepting of one's restlessness and the striving for more and better,while at the same time cherishing the present moment as a time of singular never returning beauty.
Yes, I think so.
I hug you.