January 9, 2017
This weekend was slow. So much slower than any other weekend in a long long time. We had visitors and then holidays and then all of a sudden we were back to our new to us home. And we had an extra day before Jeff had to go back to work so there was a nanny and a deliciously slow breakfast date. And a lot of talking and planning and scheduling. Not in an overwhelming way – more in a slow, calm your head down kind of way.
As much as I’m not a planner , in some ways I am whole heartedly a planner. Up until now my work space was very much in our living space.
December 10, 2016
HOW TO BE AN EXPLORER OF THE WORLD
- Always be looking. (Notice the ground beneath your feet).
- Consider everything alive + animate.
- Everything is interesting. Look closer.
- Alter your course often.
- Observe for long durations (and short ones).
- Notice the stories going on around you.
- Notice patterns. Make connections.
- Document your findings (field notes) in a variety of ways.
- Incorporate indeterminacy.
- Observe movement.
- Create a personal dialogue with your environment. Talk to it.
- Trace things back to their origins.
- Use all of the senses in your investigations.
[ Keri Smith by way of FoxMeetsBear ]
The thought of being infertile doesn’t sit right with me.
November 29, 2016
It’s interesting to think about the way things begin. Relationships. Physical Life. Projects. Jobs. Houses. Families. Where we came from and where we are now. Transition and progress are a genuine natural part of life. It takes us from point A to point B. Sometimes without us even realizing.
I’ve been struggling with writing and voicing how I’m feeling this past month – almost as if I was taking a thoughtful pause. Sometimes I’d feel the pressure to write or post a photograph, other times it would come naturally and I’d be able to sit down and write with ease. But what has been sitting my head for a while now is where things started. The desire to heal bodies.
November 19, 2016
We lost the little bit of childcare we did have. We had a whirlwind work trip that amounted in two travel days with no sleep. We’ve had visitors. We’ve had diaper rashes and yeast infections, elections and emotional hangovers. I’ve cried seeing Agatha in so much pain. And watched others crumble with what feels like defeat. And I know that isn’t even the start of it.
It’s 6am and I’ve tried to write this so many times. I don’t know if it’s the fact that the world is getting dark so early (does 4:30pm feel like 9pm to anyone else?) There is so much swirling around in my head. So many things I want to do, but haven’t been able to find the time to do.