Tidy Sapling

My business is picking up. I am almost at the point where I can work completely for myself. A few more clients and I am there. What I do is I clean houses. I am good at it and I charge a fair price. A few of my clients say I am a marriage saver. lol. I believe them. They are telling their friends about me and I am growing by word of mouth alone. The best, most sustainable way in my opinion. And I like cleaning. It is exercise and satisfying work. Buddhist, almost.

Of course this isn't my "PASSION" but it is what will pay the bills. (on top of my part-time job at Starbucks, my sporadic freelancing gigs, and my occasional stints as a supply teacher)

My hope is, when life has been simplified, and all I have to worry about is my business, I will have time for the writing and painting I have been putting off (and sharing this writing and painting on the blog).

When I look at all of this, no wonder life feels scattered. I basically have four jobs and I am a mom and partner and dog owner.

Fwig.

My Kind of Yukon Gold

Sometimes the world is so bursting with inspiration it hits me over the head. That's what happened today. I was tucking some clothes away in the crawl space and letters and photographs rained down from the walls. 

Of course I read them. They were over 20 years old and written from various women, all to the same man, all within the same 3 year period, all about how much they long for him, love him, culminating in a 14 page letter written by the jilted woman who was carrying this mans child!

And so I am crackling with fictive energy, pregnant with poetry!

cursive hearts hidden 

still beat, fatherless

children still breath

Am I a terrible person for finding these letters? For reading them? For sharing some of the most poignant excerpts on my blog?

(Names have been changed)

 

Mary:   I just got one of my sculptures fired (actually 2 of them) but one I'm really pleased with. It broke and I    

                           need to repair it but I think I can do it so it won't be obvious.

Cath:  P.S. I left the earring on your dresser so it should be there if you found the        

                  other in your truck.

Josie:  (expect me when you least expect me

              with the baby in me or in my arms)

I ache for these women. I too have attempted to repair beautiful broken things, left talismans behind,  worn our child like a wedding ring.

We got a house!

I still can't believe it. I didn't want to talk about it because I was afraid our dreams would be dashed. It was a multiple offer situation, but it was the house we wanted so we went for it, intuition and balls out. And we got it! And we moved in a month later. It happened so quickly but we are now all moved to our new house and things are great. 

All I want to do is read and write and make art looking paintings. And snuggle in our very own respective rooms. In our very own little house.

 Just snuck in and got this while she was sleeping:)

 As you can see we are still waiting on furniture but Welli doesn't mind.

The old cabin above had a loft that housed our bed and Juni's crib all together. I can't believe we lived like this for so long. Sleep was scarce. Juni would wake and see us and start to cry to get our attention. Often, because I have night terrors, I would be the one inadvertently waking her up. And Jon, with his shifts and us waking him up at all hours, probably got the brunt of it, as was evident with his grumpy middle of the night rages that he probably can't remember lol.

Oh, whatever. It is over and we have a beautiful little house with rooms that have doors. And it likes us. And we like it. A lot.