journal entry
I slipped my favorite thick turtleneck sweater over my head before I headed towards the kitchen. My farmer had left earlier so the house was quiet expect for the furnace running warm. I greeted my four legged companion, wished him a good morning before I opened the front door to let him out. My garden sat there just beyond our home, patiently waiting for the sun to warm its’ ground. Spring was just around the corner and I was dreaming of sowing peppers and cucumbers and sugar snap peas. I could see in my thoughts the colors of the parrot tulips and breaded irises and daylilies pushing through the earth that would soon wake. I stepped back inside and headed back to our warm kitchen. I took out a small pot and sat it upon my favorite burner, the one in the lower right hand corner. It warms up quick and even. I was in the mood for oatmeal, my favorite during the cold winter season that would soon be over. I put a measurement of oats in the pot, a double measurement of water, and a dash of cinnamon before turning around to grab a spoon to blend it together. As I turned, a movement outside our windows, at the top of the trees caught my eye. I peered closer and realized it was from the elusive cedar waxwings that stop here on their way to somewhere else. This year is the first I have actually laid my eyes upon them, and I wanted as many photos as I could before they moved on. So I left my oats there on the stovetop, grabbed my camera and stealthily stepped out onto our porch. The sharp, bright and clear notes of a cardinal first greeted me, followed by a few robins’ songs. I slowly worked my way around the edge for better viewing. And brought my camera up as smoothly as I could as so not to scare them. Through my lens, I could see their yellow silkiness perched upon the bauble-like buds draped across the branches and against the blue sky dappled with clouds. It made for a striking contrast. Their masked eyes turning this way and that. I was able to capture them through a few clicks of my camera before they flew off. It was then I noticed that though the sun was bright, the air was cool, and my stomach let me know it was time for breakfast. I abandoned our porch and stepped back inside, and moseyed to the kitchen to finish cooking my oats. I stirred them occasionally and my nose welcomed the warm spicy scent. I brought down a hefty handmade bowl with a golden brown glaze that I bought on a trip last summer, and scoop the cooked oats into. I sprinkled broken pieces of pecans, added half a diced banana and drizzled the whole with maple syrup. I carried my breakfast into our living room where the morning light was kissing the green plants that sat on the floor. I need to repot several of them, making a note in my mind to dig out larger pots later this afternoon. I was once again brought to the view outside our windows by several wings gliding on the air, thankful for this slow delightful way before I started my busy to do list of the day.
in other news…
as you can see, it’s been a bit since i have met you here. there have been lots of changes to my creative life. but i am slowly finding me way back to it. it will just look a bit different. i have learned the past couple of years, that i need to take time to enjoy life as it comes. to enjoy the simple and the slow. to rest my weary and worn out body. that what i deemed important and therefore needed to be done at this moment, actually does not. that includes any of my creative avenues. however, i will still be sharing those creative endeavors with you as they come to me. first of all, there will be more journal entries like the above. i have not been quiet about my battle with anxiety. how i have been fighting it has been shouted form the roof tops, in hopes that it would also help those who also suffer. journaling as helped me beyond measure and i want to continue to encourage you to start if you haven’t.
so i will sign off for now. i hope you all have a blessed week.