I am so glad to have all of these hens, and goats, and cats.
Maria texted from school about Open Mic, for the Creative Writing Club, something that she was thinking of attending, but snuck up on her. Her focus has been heavily on robotics, incuding screenprinting the shirts. I encouraged her to go to Open Mic, to read, even if it was a work from last semester. She came home, after doing outreach work for robotics, to have some dinner, and I braided her hair, pinned it back. I thought it would be an audience and stage kind of event, and I happily agreed to tag along, because I cherish each chance to observe every bit of this last high school season. It turned out to be a more intimate experience, and I feel so privilleged to have been welcome. We sat in a circle, the lights were dimmed, and each participant, in turn, read some of their works. They give each other feedback, not criticism, but support, affirmations. It's not for grades, nor evaluation, and I felt such a deep, admiring appreciation for the trust and empathy, the space they hold with one another. They engage, face to face, with tremendous grace and mindful kindness, and I am in awe of the dignity, integrity, of what they hold, and share. It is sacred. It is a comfort, an honor, to be among young people, and to feel, once again, the hope they instill in me.
Bird House News: Mike finished painting our *healthroom!* This marks the end of my suffering over paint chips and tile samples... mmm, no, maybe not. There is the question of the backsplash and my urge to make my own mosaic there, instead of using the blue trim going in the shower. Okay, but I promise to refrain from agonizing over the decision, and either do it, or move on. Honest. Also, the paint choices we went with are such a big departure from what we had, that the room truly feels like a whole new space... and we are loving it! I can't wait to see it all completed.
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Also blooming... the apple trees! Remember the list? The List that I congratulated myself for writing, because I was so determined to shake the fog and be accomplished? I tackled some of the things. But only some. And even some of those were a bit botched, like the post office trip. Ugh... that was a small mess, and ironic, given that I literally had to talk myself into making that errand, and overcome some trepidation. Anyway, one thing on the list was "Valentines" and I was keen to bring out craft supplies, envelopes, pretty things, and be romantic, make heartfelt gestures, and send those out in the world. It only partly came together, I am sorry to say. It's possible I will never be craftily clever and postally adept, or I could cling to the hope that I am like a bulb that needs a chance, that I may yet bloom.
We had a week of summer in California. Hot days, and warm nights. The kitties loved the open doors. I loved sleeping with open windows. And now, finally, there is rain in the forecast! I am taking that as a Valentine treat... sweet, romantic rain. Are you celebrating? I am closing my eyes, and making heartfelt wishes for you... a perfect snowflake, a flower about to bloom, company, or sweet solitude, a happy ending to a good book, a Wordle solution in three steps!
Bird House Notes: When I grow up, I am going to work in a garden room with old, mossy stone floors, and a fireplace, comfy chairs, and excellent wifi. My job will be to name things. I will name paints, and streets, and fabric prints, and chickens, and kittens, houses, parks. My wonderful assistant will manage all of the accounts. I'll keep odd hours, and be much in demand. I chose the paint for the re-newed bathroom. They are: Clear Pond, Dragonfly, Deep Breath. If those colors had any other names, I would have had to rethink everything. February 12, 2022