It is a beginning of September and my traditional time to return to what fuels my creativity and thus, my soul. Cool weather, the first sight of the un-greening of leaves, and children back to school. And a morning ritual that I have abandoned during a summer because who in their right mind can be disciplined during the hot, sun drenched days with a demanding offspring. But right now, the house is quiet, I am sitting at my desk and the only thing to do is to look for and return to how work happens. It is a return and it is always new.
I seem to have many loose threads that go together fine in my living them but don’t make for a cohesive blog post. And I haven’t spent enough time writing this summer to keep them all going.
Baby Alfie is two weeks old. He has presented himself as a child who needs to be held to sleep which is tough on his parents during the night, but as the visiting grandma of the day to sit and hold a little baby who is happily sleeping in my arms is such delight. He who I did not expect continues to surprise me. There is no doubt that I have loved my children and Wilbur, but I have never been drawn to infants. This one has opened a new place for me.
And it is worth noting.
Chasing Joy 