Visit to the Dunes

When you step on a beach the world goes away. My good friend and gardening guru Gail Woodruff and I drove up to Indiana Dunes State Park for a visit with my daughter Allyson and her husband Brandt. He is the property manager of the the park so they live on property. We ate, toured the park with Allyson as our guide, inspected a local plant and garden store (of course!) and ate some more. As dusk approached, we went down to the beach to watch the sunset. And, as always, it was wonderful.

I am not sure what kind of magic happens when you take off your shoes and step into the sand. It wraps around your toes. It is so different from the lawn and sidewalk of everyday life. You sink in a little and by the time you draw near the lake, the cares of the day have left you and disappeared into that soft blanket of warmth. The water reaches into the sand as you get near the lake. There are small treasures left by last night's tide; polished rocks, beach glass, bits of wood and hardly recognizable discards.

We wander, we pick up this rock, we decide against that one. We have one eye on the sky and now it's time, the sun is tired of this day. Time for it to rest. We sit upon our blanket and we stare happily as the colors gather. The sun slips lower and lower, we talk, we laugh and then we see it, that precious moment when the sun is there and then pops magically into the water. I always wonder how many people from the dawn of understanding have watched that moment and felt that little gasp escape their own lips. Nature and the universe, the earth and the sky, such a beautiful moment and we shared it. Magic.

Back to the beach house, more talking and welcome sleep. The Dunes have given us another wonderful memory and I will treasure it. I will keep it tucked in with the heart shaped rocks and the bits of colored beach glass. They are all wrapped up together in sand.

The Monarch's Dance

The monarchs are back at my place. I have had swallow tails, painted ladies, and all other kinds of fluttery beauties but I love it when the monarchs come through. My butterfly bush and Joe Pye weed attract them. They come singly, in gregarious groups and preoccupied couples to sample the nectar. Last Sunday I stood out there in the yard near the butterfly garden and just watched. I edged forward carefully. The couples flew around me, swirling, dancing touching each other and narrowly avoiding me in their delight. They land, they flutter near each other and then dart off to another blossom head. I am totally invisible to them, just another plant or tree or pillar to swerve around as they glide in the next round of the dance. I can't tell you how wonderful that makes me feel to be so accepted as part of the landscape. I have finally fit in.

Life on Rabbitville Road has been filled with watching the seasons ebb and flow this year. I have taken time off from writing and have gotten serious about cleaning up my yard and garden. My camera has become my constant companion and I spend each break in my workday wandering around the yard catching this nature spirit or that in full bloom or unselfconscious action. I began my journey of observing this spring. Each new sprout of plant and each set on bud was a new friend to me, or the renewal of an old acquaintance. I cherished their growth and encouraged them with pails of water, mulch and fresh soil. Every week brought new plants into bloom and I reveled in the daffodils, the dogwoods and flowering trees, the holly hocks, the lilies, the hydrangeas and now the hibiscus...color, always fresh color, and a soothing smile for my soul.

Along with the flowers came the stirring of life in the pond. The ice went away, the frogs started moving and the fish surfaced. Insects started flying and crawling about and soon I had dragon flies. A pair of black snakes mated on my front deck. Turtles passed through. Baby toads the size of my little fingernail hopped out of their pond and jumped all over the yard. They scattered as I innocently crossed their path. And I observed. I watched their normal daily activity and embraced my own. Like all of them, I began to live again.

Valentine's work

we are getting snow. and snow and more snow. I am ready for spring! I have been hard at work sculpting pieces for my Valentine collection. they are so much fun and i love the colors. the pinks and reds really brighten up this time of year.

I can't wait for spring to get here!

I am up in the cold north helping take care of my sister. she had both knees replaced last week! we have had a great time talking crafts, family and business. she just got a macbook and we have been having computer classes. fun! it is cold up though...she is doing really well with her rehab and even fixed vegetable soup today. fun!

it was a good day

dogs to the vet: check, clean kitchen: check, walk dogs: check, go to Bloomington and have a great time: check check! I found a bunch of valentine stamps to use with my clay work. wonderful! and then take out sushi at Krogers. I am so happy.

Allyson is coming tomorrow to sculpt. I have been busy applying to shows and she has been scouting some up where she lives. busy. I have to get back to clay. I have ideas that need to be born! and orders to finish. yay!

I have to start living again somehow. for the past year I have lead others to believe I was breathing, but I was not. I was sucking in pain and exhaling weary sadness. it is time to move my thoughts, body, soul and start feeling and searching for joy. I had given up, butI have to find hope.

cabin in the woods

cold cold cold. the deer are moving. I have had a lot of animal traffic around the rabbitville farm the past few days. the birds are visiting the feeder and the rabbits hopping through the snow. yesterday a fawn, or the older version, visited my compost heap looking for something tasty. this morning two full grown deer ran through the pipeline. I haven't heard anymore sandhills, I imagine they are pretty much south now.

I have been kept busy finishing the snowmen. they have been my constant companions. bringing in firewood is my next occupation. Still, I love the warmth. this cabin in the woods is fit for me. it is warm, peaceful, and I love it. the isolation of it saddens me but there is little I can do to change that. it is, after all, a cabin in the woods.

winter

I got out some today. we got about 4 inches of snow and the roads are terrible, so I have stayed home and worked on my snowmen. the rest are in the kiln. I am happy to be done with them. still have to get them ready and sack them, but that is okay. done and done.

quiet here.

Staying Warm

it is wicked cold. I have had my wood stove burning at a roar and loving every minute of that warm wood heat. talked to my Amish contractor yesterday and he is going to see about putting a wood stove in the studio so it will be toasty down there as well. as it is, I am working upstairs in the kitchen...just like the good old days at the Crossing!

the pups are still wanting to walk, go outside and play, be active. they don't stay out long though as it is bone chilling to them, too. still, it makes me appreciate my cozy house when I bustle back indoors.

well, back to my snowmen!

my best friends!

just look at my all grown up puppies!

I'm back

well, it's time to get back to my blog. I have been so sad, I have lived through it. and I learned a lot.

The busy season was incredible. lots of new contacts, new shows and opportunities. I am in the process of applying to several new shows this weekend. it is intense and necessary as the due dates are coming up.

and I have been struggling with updating my technical equipment. I got a new cell phone and I love it. it is a Motorola Droid. I tried MiFi by Verizon and it just wouldn't work with my mac book. back it went but when I tried to install the old modem software I was in big trouble. I finally downloaded a newer version and I am back in business.

I have been accumulating mac magazines and studying them. I have ideas for adding to my iweb site, for enhancing the templates. same for pages, and dvd builder. I am excited about that, and enjoying feeling the ideas come together in my head. I have lots of clay ideas, too! as always, so many things to do and try, so little time. it will be time to get back in the studio next week. I have pending Christmas orders that must be finished. I just needed rest.

I am starting to feel a bit more like me again. my family was hard hit. today I saw an eagle. I have done nothing but cry for days...spirit must have wanted me to know it is time to fly again. okay, I am ready to rejoin the world.