no time, no time, no time to write. i feel like alice's rabbit, running down the hole.... the last days here have been filled to the brim with artfest preparations, work that has me sitting by a window all the live long day, up until the moments when the sun begins to sink behind the western mountains and i look up from my table and realize that daylight is once again leaving me behind. it is then that i put everything down, take aspen outside for a few gulps of fresh air, look up (refreshing, after spending hours and hours looking down) into the sky, into the tree branches, the clouds, the dusky air... and then my steps the other day walking back in showed me this - another spiral, another koru, there in my own back yard grass waiting for me. life's little lessons, there at my feet.
i'm leaving tomorrow evening, for the week. i thought i had the weekend free and clear to blast into final countdown frenzy (why do i never learn?!), until i learned on friday night at 9pm with a phone call from my older son robin that he'd be swooping into the nest, around midnight. ?! i had no food to speak of in the house, since i'll be gone for over a week, and since i've been away for nearly three out of the four past weeks, really. younger son roy showed up around 10; we chatted and watched a favorite movie, motorcycle diaries, until robin breezed in at 12:15am and kept us entertained until after 2 am with his stories of a trip to a music festival in florida. ah, youth! ah, me. the next morning, before they whisked off for the day with their visiting dad, robin very casually handed me another of his heart rock treasures from a pocket - this one having been unearthed as he worked building a stone wall. as often as the two of us butt heads, my heart melts when he brings me these gifts from the earth, something he and his brother have continued to do from the time they were barely in pre school and wearing pants with pockets.
i have to share this photo of robin with you, obviously a very up to date one (and yes, his pants have pockets still), taken today with what i purchased for him in sydney and carted home like the geeky tourist that i was: a didgeridoo (or didjeridu), which is a wind instrument of the northern australian aborigines. judy, this photo is for you, honey... despite all of his hair and body piercings, robin has a good and gentle (but stubborn, o! so stubborn) heart, which i'm thinking you can see right there in his eyes.
i have to leave you in suspense about the rest of my new zealand and australia adventures, unfortunately, until after i return from the great northwest. and i'll be full of more stories to share after that. i'm joining my wonderful misty for travelling adventures to port townsend, and we are both looking forward to some quiet moments finding treasures on the beach and in quiet corners of bookstores, should time permit, after teaching during the day and unwinding with students afterwards. the hours do not stand still, and in fact seem to be gaining speed on me. for now, i'm giving you all a preview of what my weary hands have been madly producing in the two weeks i've been back at home. see you when i get back.