Spring and Creativity
I’m just a few weeks away from my braces coming off. The boys were one when I got them on so they don’t remember mommy without metal on her teeth. I can’t wait to see what they think. It’s very strange to me that my children won’t know me with my fangs because they were such a part of me for over 30 years. Time is a strange thing and makes me feel… well what word? strange is a good word.
I have lots of neat new pictures to post but they are on our beautiful (new to us) slr camera. Hopefully in the next few weeks I’ll get the card reader I need and be able to download them and upload them and otherwise present them to the world.
Spring sprung and the boys went crazy. They want nothing to do with their toys and no longer can self entertain. They require the outdoors to run and jump and climb and scream. It’s as if they have become possessed. There is no doubt in my mind and heart that something happens inside of us just like it does in the plants and the animals. Some kind of chemical reaction that fills us with energy and excitement and demands to be nourished by fresh air and sunshine. It’s beautiful.
I’m sewing and crafting up a storm lately and it’s filling me with a lot of personal accomplishment. Realizing how many things that I know how to do, things that I learned as a girl from my mom and home ec teacher, Mrs. Posey. It feels good to get high off the creativity that I so often used to say I didn’t even have. To realize that I am creative and that I already know how to do some creative things. And that I have it within me to figure out how to do things even if it may not be the easiest or best way, I can figure out a way. And God Bless the internet with all of it’s millions of “how to” video tutorials to fill in the missing pieces. And Etsy.com which stimulates me with ideas and inspires me to reuse and repurpose.
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