Thursday, August 14, 2014
My morning dog training client cancelled at the last moment this morning, so I've been enjoying the unexpected gift of a slow morning. Breakfast on the deck in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt-- such a treat in August, some leisurely sketching, laundry hung on the line (always so satisfying), and time for a bit of relaxed reading. I have a full afternoon and evening schedule ahead of me, so am thankful for a quieter than planned morning to just be.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
I've been doing some looking inward to try and figure out why, when I love solitude and peace so much, I keep getting myself over committed. I have some answers and probably have more to discover, but for now, I am enjoying the freedom of a less scheduled calendar and more time with Stephen, and for art, for walking with my dogs, and for cleaning my house and cooking (which I really enjoy when I'm not squeezing it in between too many demands).
One encouraging result of setting priorities was that within a day I began to think creatively and with enthusiasm about several things I had seemed to lose all inspiration for. Ideas have began popping into my head, sometimes when I least expect them, and I am eager to move forward with them. But, I'm taking my time and giving careful thought to my schedule and what I can fit in without cramming the essentials into the corners of an impossibly full week.
I'm hoping to post sketches, paintings, and writing a bit more often, so today I'm getting started with a sketch of a favorite jug of mine. I've been taking a sketching class called "Seeing" through Sketchbook Skool, and this is the final week of class. I didn't sign up until two weeks into the six week course, because I didn't have time, but when I realized how much I was stunting myself emotionally and spiritually by not allowing time for art, I signed up and worked on catching up. It was a great decision and has given me a much-needed jump start for sketching in a way that gets me to slow down, look more carefully, and see beyond the superficial glance. The instructor this week is Liz Steel, and one assignment is to sketch a teacup or other object, so I did this jug. I have greatly enjoyed all the instructors for this course, and I'm hoping to post some of my earlier sketches, but this is all for today.
I've been making tea in this jug for years, but today, for some reason, it got many little cracks in the glaze (and maybe deeper) when I poured boiling water into it. Unless, perhaps, it was already cracked and I hadn't noticed, but that seems unlikely, since I've used it nearly every day. Anyway, I decided to sketch it, since I really like it and wonder if it will soon fall apart. I hope it doesn't. It didn't come from anyone special; I think I may have found it at Goodwill, but I love the rich brown, the beige trim, the simple shape, and its usefulness. It just fits me and our home, and often holds our wonderful well water or some delicious variety of tea.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
He's slowing down some, and often prefers to sit in the shade and watch Petra and Milo run, but every now and then he gets a spurt of energy and runs through the yard, his magnificent coat waving in the breeze.
If I say "Just Rowan," he leaps up from the hearth where he's usually sleeping and comes running, knowing that he's going to be the only dog to go outside with me. We were just outside this evening having some birthday fun, just Rowan and me, playing one of our favorite games. I either tell him to wait or sneak around to the far side of something, in this case a bunch of flowers, and then turn to face Rowan. Rowan will sit or stand tall watching me for a moment, then race around to join me, while I try to beat him around to the other side. He always catches up to me, and we laugh together.
Friday, May 16, 2014
I can't imagine life without this little red dog. She is my companion whenever I slip out at night to savor the starlight or walk under the full moon. She curls quietly beside my chair whenever I sit to read. She has a contagious way of living fully in the moment that helps me see and experience the fullness of life. With all her idiosyncrasies and quirks, she occupies a unique spot in our home, and with all her devotion and love, she fills our hearts.
Happy Birthday, Petra, and may you have many more years of exuberance and joy!
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
I've been filling sketchbook pages with daily lists of our sightings, which include our regular year-round birds, as well as the new arrivals who will stay for the summer, and those that are just passing through on their way farther north. Some of my sketches are from memory, some I do while observing the birds, and some are from photos (warblers don't sit still long enough for much sketching).
Last Thursday I was walking in the yard, enjoying the sunshine and warmth, both relatively rare this spring until that point, when I saw a mink scampering along the side of the stream, a mouse dangling from his mouth! The last time I saw a mink here was twenty-six years ago when one ran across the driveway in front of my car (I was so excited I drove right off the driveway!). I love knowing that there is a rarely seen but nonetheless fully present parallel world of wildlife that knows our land as their home.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
March's leonine nature has stepped to the fore, roaring in on a north wind during the night, painting frost pictures on windows and thickly coating the deck with ice. The previously melting snow is now coated with a thick crust of ice, on which I could walk if it weren't so slippery. The feeders, nearly deserted yesterday, are bustling with birds today. Warm in wool, I watch, as I sip my tea and enjoy winter from my window.