whether at the flying squirrels baseball game,
or on the road.
i'll use my hands to create.
i take the time to dream of new designs that bring delight through color + story.
and i'll meet the requests of others who ask for what they want.
i learn from them, for it's a lesson i can sure use. ((asking for what i want.))
and i stay centered in the moment. i can get lost in the colors of creation that surround me as i walk, move, and have my being. i can get lost in the love of creating. stitching, cutting, designing. i can listen all the more to my love and my sweet boy. i can stay centered, right to the core of my being. that sacred centering, that act of creating is a gift. it's a gift and a joy and a way of living. i attempt to use all of my being in focusing on the moment, being present to what is, to creating, and to living a creative life.
i focus on ways that bring life and bring rest to a body that travels. i find ways of being present to myself and others through grief and loss. i remember. i witness. i listen. i share.
i become known and i seek to know.
it's not always pretty or easy, but it's a life pursuit. i love the practice to being in the moment. in recognizing when i'm anxious and in need of calming, deep breaths. recognizing when i need to put the creating art down and create memories with my sweet boy. recognizing when to look into another's eyes and listen to their sacred life story. recognizing when a sacred marking moment is before me and breathing it in, breathing in the memory and the gift of that marking moment.