I have to say, I really like poop. In its proper place, of course. It means my digestion is working because Ive had the good fortune to have had something to eat. It also gives a legitimate excuse to flush! You see, in times of little I like to think of the a lot ofs Ive got. I dont mean Im full of you-know-what well little water in town but a lot of appreciation for what we have.
Little work right now, but time to reflect, to reassess, to dream. Time to let my body rest. Time to create out in the studio. Little sterling silver in the workshop, but lots of creative incentive to use the materials out there I do have, like copper and felt and fabric.
The time spent may not prove to be prosperous any time soon, but my soul sings, along with the pulsing of the rock tumbler, the hiss of the torch or the rhythm of the sewing machine. I gotta lot o rhythm out there in the garage, for sure!
I seem to have lost my oomph for exercising. Verging on a little bit of drive. BUT, Ive got a lot of bang for my buck in the time I do move around in Calicos class. I have a lot of muscles Id forgotten about, neglected and misused. I have a lot of fun with all the girls.
Little sun means there must be a lot of fog, which means there is much-needed moisture. Of course, all this little bit of moisture means a lot less lawns and weeds to be whacked.
Conversely, Ive intentionally made up my mind that I have only a little bit of nervousness about taking time off in June from potential work to go spend time house-sitting in the mountains because I plan to use a lot of that time to start a writing project Ive always wanted to do. It may prove to be a little project, but I will get great satisfaction in completing it once I start it.
One can never imagine how theyre going to feel at the various stages of raising children. Its impossible, too. But, we do try anyway and I always imagined my kids would be in touch with their parents as much as I was with mine. That said, I only hear from my boys a little but when I do, I get SUCH a charge out of it and I know without a doubt there is SO much love and concern and respect and caring. My Love Reservoir is full.
That last one always covers substantial ground in the a lot ofs category, negating many other piddly littles. Crabby people, miscommunications, irresponsible pet owners, the price of gas I can certainly get by. Its all about the important stuff. The little stuff that provides the weft for the weaving of life. The fluff that stuffs the pillow. The thick socks that cushion the feet.
So, what some may see as a little may really be enough after all. In fact, to all the graduates out there this week, this is what I wish you: enough. And enough wherewithal to realize it!