I am rather proud of these two paintings which I managed despite the fact that the canvases constantly twitched and squinted. Panther requested that I paint green eyes on his eyelids, which meant that he went around with his eyes closed for a while. When he smudged his paint, he touched it up himself. He has requested that we buy ourselves a family set of face paints. I think I will.
1. A day of play
2. Public spaces that are created specifically for children. (Yes, I know it’s a lucrative business. Still, the Hands on House is particularly well done. My boys were some of the older ones there, and they became obsessed with keeping the factory room tidied and organized.)
3. The determination of a small child to participate in the cleaning of the garage, the preparation for the first share of the season on Monday.
4. Mist in the mornings. Makes me want to hike to Rivendell.
5. Courage, which I think is different than bravery, because the courageous person recognizes that she is terrified, but she takes the next breath anyway. I have friends who are deeply courageous, though perhaps they don’t realize how deeply courageous they are. (Root is couer = Heart.) I want to start a poem like Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese,” only to say:
You do not have to be brave.
You only have to fill your aching lungs with one more breath.
You do not have to wait until you no longer feel afraid.
You only have to step from this moment into the next one.
May we walk in Beauty, in Couer-age.