This space called mid-winter

February 11, 2007

Winter routines slighty tiresome and weary.
Like Laurent, who wants soil for planting seeds, wondering when I can dig in the dirt again.

At the same time, not wanting to be there... quite yet.
Reminding myself enjoy the skating, hot cocoa, reading books on the couch.
The snowpants and mittens drip, drip drying.

Ah, the mess! Of near constant indoor crafting So much creative energy Inwardly chastising myself to appreciate, savor, encourage.

Easier to stay up late and sleep in Oh get up already you lazy bones missing morning quiet time...

Bundling kids in the car off to dance, off to art library, visit friends

Wandering the wilderness looking for a church are there kindred souls out there, only blocks away??

Project planning Patching, painting walls dreaming, scheming somewhat freezing in our chilly house

Meals to prepare each day Hosting weekly gatherings health course, potlucks, dinner served to friends

Crashing on the couch tonight to watch a silly movie. Laughing with my children tucking them into bed in messy rooms

Ran out of time to bathe the kids One day more won't hurt...

Learning projects, cleaning projects creative life and house. Some get done and others wait and wait Shuffle, shuffle My life's a clumsy dance

Everything just repeats itself meals, clean up, meals, clean up I never leave this room...

Busy week approaching tomorrow's day of rest slowing down just to catch my breath.