Friday, October 05, 2007

Breathe

My life at the moment is consumed by very practical matters. Feed the children. Wash the clothes. Make dinner. Buy the groceries. Pick up the mail. Clean stuff. Do it all some more. Again and again. It's not completely dismal, but it is practical.

It's 9:45 on a Friday night. The boys are finally asleep and The Babe is too, at least for the moment. CH is doing boy things. Assembling something large and electronic with the help of a friend and a beverage. REM is playing their greatest hits on the stereo.
I am here eating ice cream. It's a rare moment.

I find myself here.
(Via Tay via Maryam. like they're friends of mine even though we're perfect strangers. the internet is so fun!)
And for a moment I feel a flicker of the person who went to art school and likes to think about artsy things and be creative and spend time daydreaming about projects that would be great fun even if I never do them. And it's poetry and imagination and inspiration and boldness and bravery.
I like that girl.
She's fun.
She has fun.

Life breath.

Sometimes I get so caught up in all the practical things that I don't even remember what I'm forgetting.

3 comments:

Maryam in Marrakesh said...

Oh that fun girl is still very much there!:-) Start with one small thing, then make it two. Do something every day that she would do. EVERY day. Even if it is just 5 minutes, but better 10 minutes. When your husband has finished assembling......then you can assemble just for you.

As for me, I can't wait to tune in, and see what art you are making...Besides the art you have sleeping in those beds.

Two Mittens said...

My fear is that I can't use both sides of my brain simultaneously...the right and the left. I tend to get lost in one or the other.

Thanks for the encouraging words.

Mmmmaaahvelous said...

Listen to Maryam. Those are wonderful words.
I feel your fear.
Often I feel like I have nothing adult to discuss/share with others. Uh,unless they want me to quote Elmo in Grouchland or the Adventures of Winnie the Pooh...then I'm full of information.
Maybe we should schedule a bi-weekly creative adult date sans enfants in the evenings.