this has been a week of poetry for me; poetry and music making and that first desperate blur of falling-in-love.
i spent the morning writing poem after poem after poem, and though i happen to think they are quite good, i am not going to print them here because they are all about sex. ahem.
so this afternoon i sent my new love off in the rain and welcomed my children back home, and here we are, cozy and safe, the boys dreaming, mama processing what the heck just happened.
i so often describe, here, the difficulties of living in a small space that i want to take a moment and list the lovely things.
1) i have such a low overhead that i never feel any financial pressure.
2) a thorough, no-holds-barred housecleaning never takes more than a day.
3) when one is in love, one's beloved is never out of sight.
4) since i need work only a few days a week to cover my bills, the rest of my time is devoted to family, creativity, sunlight, development...and i do not feel limited or defined by the work that i do.
i feel such gratitude lately for this warm, dry nest. and also...
remember the list i made on new year, detailing the three things i wanted for 2011? well, one of them, naturally, was to meet a wild gypsy musician who would adore me and write songs with me and feel the adventure, the poetry of life just as keenly as i.
so: he's here. (next time i maybe won't put quite so much emphasis on the 'wild' part. i'm just saying.)