Waking up to a morning like this... well, I have no words...
The canoe sits on sawhorses protected by this great fir.
Yes, it is cold; a dampness fills the air...
the garden huddles
the wheelbarrow set aside til spring
and a new doll is born.
Such a shy one she is too, taking over a month to make her debut. She is definitely a night doll.
A sensitive girl, a romantic, yet unto herself. I love it that she is softly stuffed yet can stand on her own. I am more pleased than I was at first, dismayed that she was so wonky. But it makes sense to me now, as so much does the next morning, ( having finished her last night) .
We are about to enter a new year. This journey I am on, exploring a creative world of possibilities that are born out of joy, that evolve as they would, not necessarily as I would have them, has been both exciting and difficult. As I slowly shed the shackles of obligation, I have found that, without some kind of container, my freedom goes splaying all about; I cannot seem to meet my personal deadlines, and rules, even my own, cause me a kind of anxiety. I find myself often at a loss for a raison d'etre.
Two weeks ago I read Cathy Cullis' blog on a " daily project". It caught me by the toe and wouldn't let go. Within a few days I came up with an idea that excited me because it combined a myriad of ideas that I've had over the years into one. The trick for me was to find something that could hold my attention for a YEAR. A year can be a long time when one is doing something they dislike or awaiting something they desire. But that year comes up awfully short and fast when one is putting the building blocks together for a personal dream. I will reveal more to you tomorrow.
Sweet dreams 'til then.