Valentine’s Day, The Couple’s Holiday
It is you know! And I am ok with that. I say it in the least bitter way possible. It sits easy in my heart. Like the photograph accidentially peeped, of the boy one once (or thrice smooched) with his arms around his new found bride. A lovely couple. This holiday is for them. And again, I do not say that in a sad or bitter way. It is the day to shower love upon those you love! To spark the romance fires. And why not! Couples deserve a holiday!
Of course it is also an excuse to get a little festive, always easy with a child in the house! And a good enough reason to make double chocolate muffins, and to eat 3 instead of a regular lunch 😀
Where there are bright eyes, there is a reason to celebrate love. Happy Love Weekend All!
It highly amuses me, the things that please me.
Or? It pleases me the things that highly amuse me!
When packing to move, assuming one is to unpack in a day or two again, one packs into boxes and bins and carry alls, things that one would not other wise retain if … say… one was to be storing said receptacles of life, for a given period of time more than a few weeks in length. It was with mix of excitement and something bordering embarrassment that I dug out the belongings I at the time deemed worthy enough to keep, store and later ship. Mind you, at the time that I was dutifully wrapping mugs and candle holders in old phone book pages and lovingly then ensconced in fuzzy fleece hats for extra protection, at that time, I was assuming these things were making the long trek with us at the same time as we. Not assuming I would be putting to storage these boxes of the contents of our life. If I had known I would be storing and later having things paid to ship, I might not have kept the tongs, or garlic masher. I might have said adieu to the puzzle mat! But I must say that it does feel more like At Home to again see these things around us. And I must also say that I am ever glad I packed away that soup pot! As now I can again cook for more than 2 servings at a time!
Hurry for old loved mugs I had forgotten existed! And hurry for the shelf life of tea samples that apparently hadn’t expired in the 6 months they were carefully stored away!
There was a time when I dedicated much of my creative energy to filling the pages of a creative journal. Mostly with glued bits and pieces of scraps of memories. Washed over with water colours. Pages scrawled and scribbled through. A maze of a memorial to a time before. At the time an escape from the reality of days, outer life.
Unpacking in our new life and home, I sit down with the lime green tackle box. (There is a lime green tackle box, an artists dream box perhaps.) Surprises and gifts contained! Brand new water colour set and acryclic paints hardly used! Bought at a time when I was leaving behind that creative outlet, giving over to another fascination.
Here is a gift to myself, right when I need it. A process has begun. A lovely new sketch book journal waits for me. Calls to me from its corner. No reading nook for me yet. (That is what my bed is for.) Right now I have a Creativity Corner. And in that corner sits the case of water colours. And a stack of old photos and post cards just begging to be transformed. Now where is that glue stick!
Sitting on the floor, encircled by what has managed to survive the big move, the flight of the refugee. Things that had meaning in their place in life past, and that want to have meaning or a place in life new. Things waiting for transformation. It is appealing that I have a lime green tackle box brimming over with supplies. And the time and space to contemplate such a project.
If you need me, I’ll be under that stack of remnants of times gone by, dreaming ways to bring them forward into new life.
For 2 months, no internet access. And I was hesitant to return. Knowing the mad scrambles that awaited me. Satiation is not what we seek here. Constant opportunity amongst the zipping brightly lit wires of the web.
Try not to get lost in the maze! Try to remember you liked it out in the substantial world that presented itself with plenty of occupation.
Try to stay on track. Don’t flit about! But why not really?! If I can remain steady in the solid world of our life, what is the harm of a bit of flitting around here in the maze?