Ah, spring! I feel like I’ve been trying to muscle it into form with the intensity of my desire, but then suddenly, one day, it was fully here. The weather shifted; green, lots of it, popped up everywhere; Martin and I returned from a trip to find baby chicks being sheltered in the farmhouse living room, needing warmth and tender loving care (TLC!).
It is a strange and wonderful sensation to this rehomed city girl to come awake in the morning realizing that the birdsong you hear is coming from inside the house–peeping chicks, talking themselves and us into a new day.
We have learned how to pick them up and hold them, as they need handling to be as tame as possible to prepare them for life on our farm. No egg factory for these chicks, they will be free to roam and interact with all the beings on grounds here. We are rooting for as many of these chicks to be female as possible, so that they will be producing eggs (even though I personally will not be partaking).
Baby chicks and croaking frogs, the driveway is improving and our internet and phones are once again restored. We have a lot to be grateful for. It feels like a play where the scene changes, the lights shift, and the mood of the audience changes with them. It’s that sudden.
Human being that I am, I am subject to those same tendencies–I find it easier to be happy when the sun is shining in the sky and everything is clicking and all is right with the world. It’s so interesting to get to watch myself and watch my responses to the challenges that life throws at me.
Speaking of cute chicks, (sorry, I just HAD to make that joke!) we are getting ready for the inaugural meeting of the women’s group here at the Light Center. We’re calling it HeART to HeART.
When I was a kid, like most kids, I drew! Kids draw before they can write, And then, one day, probably more than once this happened, someone said something that let me know that they didn’t think my drawings were very good. Maybe they were being mean, or maybe trying not to get my hopes up of being the next great artistic sensation. I don’t know why they said what they said. But I know it made me feel ashamed.
And I stopped drawing. I stopped all forms of artistic creation. For years and years. It took me a lot of years to be able to get any of that joy of creation back. It was a hard road, but now I can say the words, “I am an artist” to another person without hyperventilating.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because the purpose of this group, HeART to HeART, is to reconnect with that child who remembers that she can draw. We’re going to let go of attachment to our work being “good” and try to connect with how it FEELS to create instead. We’re going to play. Come over and play! (See more in Events.)