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Saturday, September 14, 2013

a new beginning

The forecast was for sun, and while the sea fog provided a thick cocooning blanket through the night, my second son was born at dawn.  It was a truly special and magical moment, one I will never forget.   Perhaps I am riding the high of having accomplished something so primal it cannot be truly conveyed through words, but only by shared experience.  However millions of women have accomplished this before me it is still a miracle of nature each time a child comes into the world.  Birth takes a woman's deepest fears about herself and show her that she is stronger than them.  And so as my son took his first breaths the cocooning fog began to dissipate and the sun rose in all its fiery wonder. The warmth of an Indian summer flooding the land and sea while we rested. 


Soon the pace of life will change again, picking up again and this time of rest and seclusion will end.  But I wish to embrace at this time the peace of moment, and thank the friends and family that I have for their outpouring of support and love during this special and magical time in our lives. 


Thursday, September 5, 2013

Wynken has been resurrected

Wyken, Blynken and Nod took a little hiatus.  But all you die-hard fans (yes all 3 of you) will be thrilled to know that Wynken has be resurrected as the pace of life slows for me as I wait for the birth of my second child.

I have stopped working to rest and take this time to meditate on the upcoming meeting with this little one I’ve been growing inside me for the past nine months.  As I grow ever larger and heavier,  I find that I need the rest and the peace of reflecting inwards.  And in so doing I’ve found again that creative spark that sinks into dormancy when confronted by stress and tensions beyond my ability to control.   So with the excitement of summer camping adventures past, and the turning of the season I’m moving again into a mind space I can enjoy. 

Camping

©RiverWalker Arts
Camping

©RiverWalker Arts
Camping

©RiverWalker Arts

I've been spending my time with Chicken Little who has just turned two amid much singing and blowing out of candles (both activities he took to with relish!).  We play build the castle and knock it down, we drive trucks around the house, and dump water over a water wheel to watch it go round and round....  we also are learning one of life’s more important skills – to use the toilet.  All this time together has been precious.  One on One time before the next little one makes its entrance and forces me to divide up my time and my lap.


I’ve also spent time alone.  With the breeze flowing through my window I’ve put paint on paper again and watched the colours flow together and blend into whimsy. Resulting in the next page of my story book project – “ ‘Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be, and some folks thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed of sailing that beautiful sea –“ 
Watercolour
© RiverWalker Arts

“ ‘Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be, and some folks thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed of sailing that beautiful sea –“
~Eugene Field  (1889)