Received the best text from a wonderful someone this morning (probably because I was thinking about him yesterday, wondering when I would hear from him again...). It sums up some of how I feel here...
"HOLY CRAP! Hi! Good morning! Missed your birthday, missed your dad’s birthday, missed a whole bunch of other days too, including Pi Day, April Fool’s, and I think national Pizza Day too possibly—all my misses keep building up like tiny bricks and then I find myself behind this wall of “well it’s been too long” and “I’m a terrible correspondent” and those big bricks hold down the little bricks and the wall begins to feel nigh on unbreakable, but I think of you and K and the boys and the tree house and wonder about you all the time, and wonder what you are wondering about, what you are doing and making and all that…so here I am trying to break through my own wall, but I’m afraid the effort of breaking through may have taken most of my energy and now I have not much interesting to say…;) (I’m humming the tune of Tiny Bubbles but singing the words “tiny bricks…in the wall…”
Whew! And now I have to go downstairs and head out into the world for work…but at least there is brick dust everywhere…;) I will try to keep the construction noise down to a dull roar…love."
And so, here is some of the dust of my life...
Deb's wonderful paints, with thanks to her for sharing them and a lovely evening with me.
I really love watching the blue bubbles through the window on the side when it reaches the boiling point.
It was awful. Eventually, there is a nightmare about absolutely everything it seems. All of my quilts and stitchings cut up into piles to be used in someone's workshop. I was screaming. She wasn't sorry.
I'm working at getting healthier- moving more, and less of other things. I get in the car as K is heading off to work in the morning and have him drop me off on the way, forcing me to walk if I want to get back home.
I didn't paint the frozen mother and child that were on the bench in this nightmare.
Someone said that all of these dreams are processing my days, that they are a way of working through all of the thoughts so that I can face the next day. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if my days are ways to balance out the images I dream up at night, that I try to look for light while awake so that I can face another sleep.
Onward... Hope you are all swell.
