Today I am grateful for childcare, for a break from classes, and for access to the well-appointed studios of the Bush Art Center. I am grateful for the singular pleasure of uninterrupted work, the slithery pleasure of weeding rubylith shapes, and the even light of this gray midwestern afternoon. The days are getting longer, we assure ourselves, but it will be many cold dark months before we see it and feel it. In the meantime, I am comforted by the advice to chop wood: to keep showing up and doing what you can in that moment. Bit by bit the pile dwindles and we find we’ve done what we need to do to stay warm and keep going.
At least that’s what I’m hoping for today.
