Getting Lost

I'm not always consistent in blogging. It seems that the biggest benefit to me is as a blogger is to write when feelings are strong, heart strings are tugged, and thoughts are scrambling around like marbles in the empty bowl up on top. I try hard not to blog on my PMS week. =0) Thank you cards can be sent to 108....j/k.

I realize the blogs I am drawn to are 1) people who have common life situations 2) people who inspire me and 3) people who get in my craw and tell me what's what about what needs improving in my life (organizing, teaching, living, spiritual investment). These 3 things could come through a writer who never posts pictures, or a someone who posts photographs and hardly writes, but still conveys the depth of their passions and feelings nonetheless.

I really like to see what people are doing in their everyday lives. I'm not Martha Stewart. I'm not a great photographer, scrapbooker, sewist, knitter, crocheter, artist, teacher, or general crafter. But I DO enjoy doing these things irregardless of my not having outstanding talent to demonstrate for you.

And then I realize that life is art. Life is creative. It makes its mark on us moment by amazing moment. The things I pick up around the house that make me smile are often those works in progress my daughter is working on with her anime faces. She sees one line out of place and discards it. I pick it up and put it away, because it is to me a masterpiece. I don't have that kind of drawing talent. She does. She inspires me. I pick up my other teenage daughters knitting and think, "Gosh! She is a perfectionist! This is award winning knitting here!" I don't know that she has ever completed a single project, but 20 rows and 20 stitches and its a brilliant work of art to me. I wish I had her ability to perfect the stitches. I get a little reckless toward the end.

And then there is my toddlers' art:

Hand prints. Finger prints. Smears. This is magical to me.
Look! Even texting abbreviations end up on their masterpieces...IDK: I think Ella??? LOL

I love going to the window every morning, every time I have a quiet moment for 2 minutes to just admire what the toddlers made this week. There's no Da Vinci in my house. So why does it feel that way?

Because their smears and handprints and lines on a paper made with a broken crayon came from this...

A moment of discovery with tempora paint. They love to paint themselves. Ella loves to tear tiny pieces of paper, give them to Gabey so he will eat them. I call it Toddler Gum. She LOVES to make Toddler Gum.

Sure there is paint spatter on the wall and dried gunk in various colors in the hair. But it was so much fun. No one can frown when there is PAINT!

I love getting lost in today, in those magic little moments.