Working on covers.
during precious nap time minutes.
Listening to “The Mouse and the Motorcycle.”
Watching a robin flit back and forth.
Noticing that it’s easier for me to sketch things close up.
I went to look for the latest issue of Taproot Magazine and found it on her desk, covered in the materials of a creative mind. This girl is always making something (and usually something tiny). She enjoys Taproot as much as I do!
The girls are working on some new miniature food pieces for the summer art fair. These are made from sculpey, a polymer clay that is baked in the oven and then glazed. The girls make food for their tiny creatures, and they’ve gotten to like the process so much that now they make it “in mass” to sell and share. Amie has set us a goal: 200 pieces by July 8th, the date of the first art fair. The pressure is on!
I love to hear my girls sing.
To watch them on stage — yes.
But, even more than that, to hear them humming and whistling,
singing spontaneously around the house.
Oh, what does John O’Donohue say?
“I love music.
I think music is just it.
I love poetry as well, of course, and I think of beauty in poetry.
But music is what language would love to be if it could.”
(“Becoming Wise: An Inquiry into the Mystery and Art of Living” by Krista Tippett, Penguin Books, 2016: p. 77)