Spent the day in Seattle on Monday
with my husband -
We called it a vacation day and only went to new places
and pretended we were explorers far away in a new city...
sometimes just looking down can be the best...
just love stumbling upon sidewalk art -
oh I so want to wear a poem right now...
I want my life to be creative
and instead I feel I am in limbo,
or maybe artistic purgatory...
finished Kelly Rae's class (which was incredible and I honestly do plan to share with you)
and I feel like a race horse at the starting gate but...
feels sorta like I am in this bottle (at Cafe Flora) looking out at my world
that I want to explore but can't
because I can't really hold a pencil
or paint brush
or scissors,
or prune
or plant
or cut with a knife
or butter toast
or...
so I am feelin trapped - maybe like her (found at an antique store in Pikes Market).
She was made to honor 'a saint'
and be at a party or procession
and instead she spends her time behind glass staring out at the world...
Zoe's a tad upset with me for letting Matteo be a guest blogger
so I promised her that she could blog next.
She's working on the post now
and promises to ignore Matteo's comment about her 'aroma'.
wonder what she will write about...
just love stumbling upon sidewalk art -
oh I so want to wear a poem right now...
I want my life to be creative
and instead I feel I am in limbo,
or maybe artistic purgatory...
finished Kelly Rae's class (which was incredible and I honestly do plan to share with you)
and I feel like a race horse at the starting gate but...
feels sorta like I am in this bottle (at Cafe Flora) looking out at my world
that I want to explore but can't
because I can't really hold a pencil
or paint brush
or scissors,
or prune
or plant
or cut with a knife
or butter toast
or...
so I am feelin trapped - maybe like her (found at an antique store in Pikes Market).
She was made to honor 'a saint'
and be at a party or procession
and instead she spends her time behind glass staring out at the world...
or maybe this is how I feel -
he seems to be patiently waiting for his owner,
feeling a tad rejected and left out.
I am not waiting patiently,
just ask my husband...
Even the store I wanted to visit was closed.
OK enough of this pity party
now for the positive -
I can click a camera
I can type (with the finger raised high) for a little while
I can dust with my left hand
I can pet and hold my animals,
I can enjoy the sunshine (95 today yow!)
I can read
(The Girl who Played with Fire and
Madeleine L'Engle's Walking on Water, reflections on faith and art at present)
and I can love my family (really lovin' skyping with Monsieur Nick in Paris)!
and I got the stitches out yesterday (a big ouch #*!#**!) so now just 5 more weeks
of patience for the bone to heal. sigh...
so I promised her that she could blog next.
She's working on the post now
and promises to ignore Matteo's comment about her 'aroma'.
wonder what she will write about...












