I opened the door for Lola at just the right moment.
A break in the rain and the little birds were singing.
I have never quite figured out what these little birds are, but I love them for their smallness. I love how the burst mode on the camera has caught one flying off.
The process of making is about small things right now. Just a moment here and there. Sticking to the promise I made to myself to make something everyday.
There are times when I might continue further but then either Lola or Hazel or both decide they want attention and so I pause.
Pausing is important and I have been doing a lot of that lately.
Yesterday I worked on my mitten and listened to an interview with Mary Oliver (On Being) and was reminded,
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
And captivated by a fragment from her poem "Franz Marc's Blue Horses,"
"Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside us..."
I love that in addition to the interview with Mary Oliver there is the post with Renate Hiller on handwork. This one, it was good to listen to it again.
And then today, at a lecture, the speaker quoted Einstein:
"Play is the highest form of research."
What do I want to do? I want to play, to make things, to cherish what is small and wild.