Wednesday, February 04, 2009

I think we have found a solution to this dearth of blogging. Every time someone sends a comment and I allow it, I find myself on the page that asks me if I want to blog -otherwise I can't remember how to get there.

Another hindrance -concern for careful spelling and well crafted work -that's over. I don't hhave to do that every time.

OK then -what's a wonder today.

Got one.

Little children of 2 1/2 or 3 can be delighted by all they encounter in the world. A charming little tyke Josie came to the Cob Studio today with her dad. Dad was trimming pots and putting handles on mugs and Josie was in heaven using what she was hearing and seeing and making up simple non-invasive fun where ever she turned.

Another clay worker did just what I had to wrestle myself not to do. She engaged Josie and quickly became the object of Josie's polite but demanding attention.

Why do we grown ups think that we have to teach tiny people so vigilantly? Paradise reigned when we were all engaged by the object of our interest. Flow was smooth, energy was well balanced, each of us was at peace.

Keep the peace by trusting the wisdom of what you can see if you are not trying to do what you think is expected of you.

THX, S for commenting.
XO

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

What a clever girl my sister in law is. She sent me a congratulatory note about the one year anniversary of my last blog and somehow in allowing the comment to be published I find myself here in blogsville.

The bad news is that I am experiencing great anxiety as I know that this wasa not on my schedule and once again I am procrastinating re the pressing but perhaps less interesting stuff on my plate.

But just to keep up my personal handicap of being a pleaser i will add some substance.

We are having a beautiful snow today. Effie has adapted to the salty road conditions which hurt her feet last time we walked on the road in the snow -now she seeks out the side of the road where it is still white and nice on the paws, if she wantrs to be in the middle she doesn't go there until it is white.

Birds are leaving the most adorable tracks in the snow. I made a little clay wheel covered in that motif that I rolled onto the edges of the table cloth tops to my latest clay teapots.

Thanks to you SIL
XO