You know the phrase "may the bluebird of happiness sing forever in your heart"? Or is it something like that...my brain is shorting out a lot these days
busy with my boys and my loved ones and Sunny Rising.
I used to know the words off the top of my head...I had time!
Regardless of their exactitude, I think of them every time I see these little darling bluebirds which have become a staple in my work. No matter how far I stray from their presence I always come back, always come....home.
It's coming up on my Sixth anniversary as an entrepreneur and my heavens what a year it's been.
I am on the knife-edge of too much and just enough most every day,
working hard to keep the balance and my perspective clear and healthy.
Getting into the studio means a lot of breathing and attention to spirit and relief
and likewise shutting the door and heading in to the waking of my boy
means a different and very present kind of happiness.
Lately life feels less about the get-in-the-car-and-chase-the-sunset kind of seeking (oh the years and years that I lived that joy - so grateful!) and more
like the deeply homespun and dedicated kind,
where dinner is hot on the table and evening walks abound
now that the sun sinks low later.
I pass other mamas pushing strollers and we smile that secret-society smile of contentment, confusion and powerful love.
We seek to nestle and burrow and coo like birds here.
It is a season of life, so distinct and brand new
and oh so fast and fleeting.
It seemed only fitting to celebrate it with a pair of bluebirds adorning the softest
green and Bahama blue clutch.
Dotted with cherries and accented with little mod black detailing,
this speaks a language I understand right now.
It whispers lullabies
and calls everyone around a table
it is nourishing and loving and almost of a different era
like a memory
like a pie in the window cooling
or a summer evening with fireflies (oh how I miss them!)
I am a wife and proud mama, a leathercrafter, silversmith and singer/songwriter living in the Bay Area with my wonderful little family in a century-old cottage.
Here you'll find my honest and sometimes profane thoughts on motherhood, love and work.