Am I slowing down? I don't know. I've been taking breaks to just sit and read, something I've been terrible at. It's not easy to set everything aside, but I'm working on it. I've also been making a point of cutting flowers for the house. Always flowers.
I know that isn't really new for me. While the roses are in bloom, I've been trying to always have a single fragrant flower on my bedside table and on Matthias'. Takes almost no time to do. I usually have other flowers around, mostly just a handful of roses or a bit of whatever happens to look pretty at the moment. I usually do it quickly and without much thought. Yesterday I was inspired to put together a white arrangement for the dining room and was slow and deliberate about it.
And today I pulled together all sorts of random flowers for a "what's in bloom" sort of arrangement that's bursting with color.
When I took the old, faded roses outside to make room for the new flowers, I simply threw them onto the deck to deal with later. When later came around I noticed something.
They looked so pretty where they'd fallen beside my little fairy. It's noticing those little details that gets lost when I'm in a rush.
This weekend is the air show in Cleveland. 14 years ago we moved up to Cleveland during the air show weekend. Hearing the planes practicing always makes me a bit nostalgic. Yesterday I looked up to see if I could see any of the planes practicing. I could hear them. When I looked up I didn't see any planes, but I did notice something totally unexpected in the sky. A bald eagle. Here. I didn't believe it at first. I have never seen one in Ohio. This one was soaring right over my house. If I hadn't been sitting outside drinking my morning coffee and enjoying a few stolen minutes with a book, I would never have seen it.
But slowing down and savoring still seems a bit at odds with my trying to get more done. It makes me mad that laundry and vacuuming sometimes must take precedence over painting or sewing. But that is life. What you want and what you don't want are always mixed up together.
I did manage to finish a painting of some peppers.
And painted a Japanese anemone flower.
So, I am a work in progress. Always. Not a surprise, really, and yet it is. Do you feel that way, too?
Wishing you a wonderful weekend and a magical blue moon, hope you get a glimpse of it tonight!