It is a small act — but it felt good to make postcards with our hands and send them off to our senators.
Pulled in different directions.
A dozen tasks on my
Trying to attend to one,
To give it the space
But then I am interrupted.
I get interrupted
It happens so often
that maybe I should consider it
as something else?
Call it by a different name?
I’m trying to channel some of this uncertainty so many of us are feeling into hope and creative work. Jeffrey, the girls, and Wallace have been helping me work on a piece about our favorite games for an upcoming wild+free homeschool magazine. This little man may just grow up to be our most enthusiastic game player!
Amabel envisioned this birthday gift for Ellen. She and Jeffrey designed it. Jeffrey built it. Amabel spent hours sewing pillows and blankets, making tiny books, glueing wooden furniture, and putting together all the finishing touches. I helped a little by making sculpey (polymer clay) food and accessories.
I don’t know who was more excited about the gift yesterday: Amabel in the giving or Ellen in the receiving? Or Wallace in the deconstructing?!