I set aside several mornings (and afternoons)
in December (oh, and maybe November) to
making ornaments. I think I've been lax in making
time for art for art sake this school year. Too many
things (important things) kept pushing that time
into the ether. But, well, Christmas has some
It isn't what we make. It's that we set aside time to
I am such a better person, when I sit a bit more,
and take the time to play and use my hands.
I keep thinking I'll make more time for writing,
or reading, or blogging, or knitting.
But lately, that time only comes in waiting rooms.
And, while that is an excellent way to use that dead
time, it isn't as soulful as sitting at home and making
something that is just for fun or beauty.
Two days ago, I read for 90 minutes, during the day,
when I could have been Doing Things. It was good,
but odd, and it was a statement. "Here I am choosing
to do less." is what it said. The world didn't end, but
dinner was a bit late. We survived. I plan on trying
again. I can sit. I can breathe. I can make.