mmmh... So true!
I find writing almost cathartic, cleansing, and only bettered by clearing cupboards for its' ability to compose a confused mind...
But, reading about pursuing my own art, and about pursuing beauty, and seeking out grace makes me wonder what shape my art takes. What are the things that I long to do, when the boys are in school, when I have the time to put my mind/heart into them...? Could my "art" have more than one shape, be more than the one thing? I love to write... but in my mind's eye, come September, when Lucas is at nursery, I don't dream of sitting down to write. I dream of time to properly clean my house, time to read with no interruptions, time to pursue clients, and to study and maybe learn a couple more languages, maybe pursue further language/linguistic/translation studies. I dream of time to sew, and learn more about crafts. That sounds like a lot of art... Could I possibly do that? Is that really my art? or should I say are those really my arts? Or is motherhood my art? How do I pursue it? How do I embrace the beauty and find the grace in my day to day? And how to I do it before September, while we are all here, and full time school is not on?
Hey, I didn't know you had a blog! I'll keep an eye on you, girl :-)
ReplyDeleteHomemaking is definitely an art - and motherhood can be an art too, if you put your heart and mind to it ;-)