Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Today..... When I woke up there was mist all through the trees and the Summer Beauty Eucalyptus was bright pink against the grey.
Our washing needs folding.....
Fizzy D slept in her big bed for the first time last night. There is a craft to motherhood. The materials are so volatile, sometimes it is more like witchcraft than the quiet craft of making pots. But in the beginning I used to feel like the clay was a weird, live substance and I was just barely trying to keep it going in the vague direction I wanted- I pretty much always feel like this about being a mother. Scary, volatile, exhilarating, and at times (odd times) peaceful.