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.
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 –“
© 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)