This is turning into a wild ride. Pushing through the unknown, creating connections, intersections, and responding along the way. A bunch of unstitching happened, and I loved the flashes that led to them. When the ways through showed themselves- light bulb moments. There has been lots of "what if-ing"...in how the moon garden might grow, and where that wandering black line might go. And many sudden knowings- the jar, a rainbow star, and today the name..."Soul Song".
Days are flying by. This year I'm especially loving the kindergarten and first graders. There is a child or two in each of the classes that usually does better with extra attention. I sit with them, we draw, paint, talk about Frida Kahlo, owls, rainbows, etc. There is encouraging, managing, and a grabbing of wayward paint brushes as needed. Some days it feels like a three-ring circus, it always feels like a whirlwind, often with lots to laugh about afterwards.
It's all connected- why I work with children, this and other cloths, the past, now, and the going... It's all part of the same story. I can't quite sort it all out yet, but it feels like it's coming.