Friday. The boys and Ted and I, all home. Tired in the morning. M, still in his very sensitive place of refusal to comply with any suggestion, guidance, or pleading from parents or brother. Readjusting to being all home together, as we do every weekend. Mama’s brain not yet tuned in enough to make any real plans for the day.
As it turns out, we did pretty well. Managed to get a good mix of being out (breakfast at diner, pm haircut for m), active (neighborhood walk, hot tub time, raking and playing in leaves), and creative (fingerpaint, imaginative play involving pretending sleeping bags were whales eating them, and making collage pictures). We are tired, especially after pushing bedtime late in anticipation of time change, but it was a pretty good day. I even managed to sit and do some enso with the leftover tempera from fingerprinting. Photo forthcoming.
Tomorrow – family portraits in the morn, and I’m getting a tattoo in the afternoon in my brother’s memory.
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playing with color in creating enso. blue and green on the table, painting with maxy: a lovely way to combine some creative time with mama time. i made a lovely, big enso that got left on the table, and the word i’d had in mind was permeable, as that day i was feeling emotionally out-of-sorts, unbalanced, troubled. the boundary around my being felt shaky. truth be told, i’ve been in a rather shaky state for a number of months. more on that later.
i left the wet enso on the table, and shoghi came over to check out our work. in the process, the watercolor paint on all of them was smeared, and really, i felt that this only added to the depiction. i have always enjoyed the impact of externals on the creative process, and i enjoy how sharing my designated meditative space with my world changes the outcome. i don’t particularly seek to create anything flawless, in life or art.
interestingly, intent is a key element of creating a circle. did you know that? children actually pass through a developmental stage where they acquire enough muscle control and cognitive intention to draw (or paint, as the case may be) a circle. you can see that altough max and i both use our right hands and both of us begin these at the bottom, my enso is painted clockwise, while his is counter-clockwise. significant? doesn’t really matter – it’s just part of the reflection.
The Circle Game (excerpt) BY MARGARET ATWOODThe children on the lawnjoined hand to handgo round and roundeach arm going intothe next arm, aroundfull circleuntil it comesback into each of the singlebodies againThey are singing, butnot to each other:their feet movealmost in time to the singingWe can seethe concentration ontheir faces, their eyesfixed on the emptymoving spaces just infront of them.We might mistake thistranced moving for joybut there is no joy in itWe can see (arm in arm)as we watch them goround and roundintent, almoststudious (the grassunderfoot ignored, the treescircling the lawnignored, the lake ignored)that the whole pointfor themof going round and roundis (fasterslower)going round and round