Yesterday, someone left a comment on another YouTube video I made (once upon a time) and it led me here.
The video shows the background-audition process for a small row of connected felt houses. It reminds me of how much I (used to?) enjoy this stuff. Well, I still enjoy it but watching this made me feel like something’s been lost.
The video also offers up the impressions of being in Colorado for a college tour when we heard the news about the Boston bombing. There are images of the fretful travel home, too.
I’m posting it here because I don’t really spend time over at YouTube. It’s a little over three minutes long.
* the Marathon Bombing was ten years ago. The video nine years ago.
** 2013 was when I signed up for twitter. My son’s updates showed that it was generally 30 – 60 minutes ahead of the news cycle. I guess ten years was a pretty good run for a richly diverse and reliable news/opinion platform.
“Practice gratitude whenever you feel overwhelmed…. ” Caroline Myss
Well, now, then. Last week, then. The weekend before last… and the one before that. The summer is tumbling by in a blur of obligations, interventions, and work. Indoors time — I’m not used to so much of it. Structured time — I’m not used to so much of that either. Many changes here.
So, here’s a quick list of things I’m grateful for —
time to have worked on this piece for just a little while today. and a sense that perhaps it is inching toward resolution.
a cleaned up house on account of company
digital images, digital cameras, near-instant gratification of images
a new journal arriving in the mail for the Sketchbook project
dinner out, featuring tofu, eggplants and Chinese greens I don’t know the name of
Catalpa leaves approaching dinner-plate size
the lake vacation to look forward to
things growing in my absence
making a quilt for a wounded child, knowing I am on the other side of most of that