Twisty little streets, a friendly Buddhist priest, and early spring blooms. Loved exploring the little port town of Tonosho on Shodoshima Island.
Returning home tonight from a road trip with friends which was packed with delicious food, fun adventures, onsen soaking, and lots of laughter. But one of the most memorable experiences was the Hadaka Matsuri (Naked Man Festival) in Okayama!
About a month ago our little air plant from @midori_iwakuni began to change. It started with a reddish hue on tips of the middle leaves and then it spread. At first I thought the plant was dying, but actually it was preparing to bloom. We have been enjoying this lovely and unexpected pop of color, but it also has me thinking about the shifts that happen in our lives. Endings that morph into beginnings and losses that bring about new growth. These are the hardest, but the richest moments. The ones that leave us gasping, out of breath, and surrounded by tendrils of bright green hope.
I have always liked the Poetry for Young People series, but this one might be my favorite one. Such a wonderful collection of poets, their bios, and most importantly their powerful words.
Valentine’s Day 2018: I contemplated skipping the whole home made valentines tradition this year. The kids are older. Everyone is busy and moving in so many directions. I bought some chocolates to sprinkle on the table and figured that would be good enough. And then I came home last night to discover that Adam and Camille had been hard at work on theirs. I was tired from a busy day of errands/meetings and Noah had been babysitting, but I am glad we all rallied and did it. A table full of love and creativity. It’s hard to beat that.
It hit me over the weekend that I have been in a huge creative slump. I miss using my hands. I miss making a mess and seeing what emerges. I miss the spark that sends me scurrying down twisty rabbit holes filled with possibilities. A big issue is that all of our art supplies are still waiting to be unpacked. Over the weekend we started to tackle that mess of a room and I am hoping that will help to get the creative juices flowing again.
Paper lanterns for Lunar New Year, cardboard hearts for Valentine’s Day, coffee filter snowflakes for winter, and my dad’s painting of Navarre Beach for some much needed warmth.
I like my kids. Even if I didn’t have any maternal connection to them, I would want to hang out with them.