Everything feel like a trail of smoke, light, unstoppable, with no obvious end. The hours and days vanishes slowly without me noticing. Being a mama, his mama, is the most beautiful feeling, the purest love and the greatest thing I have ever experienced.
Forever thankful, more than any other time in my life, for mornings starting with a toothless smile and tiny tiny feet, for nights on my dining table sketching on a dim light and a hush lullaby on.
With a new kind of life, almost a life that is not mine anymore,sleepless and unpredictable, scary as it is, daunting and unlike anything I’ve known.the messy hair daysbecame my hair style. My closet currently is three similar tank tops and the only two pants that fits me. Coffee is my obsession once again.
Who knew naps can be taken anywhere at anytime of the day? Dirty dishes can stay in the sink for two days in a row and nothing happens? One can survive staying at home for almost a month without interacting with the real world out there and life would still feel good?
With all those changes, the art flame is causing a volcano inside of me, with every passing second my love for creating is becoming stronger and stronger, it might break my ribcage it feels. So strange that out of all the phases of my life, now it seems like I’ve never had this much time to do art and painting, having almost no time for myself is causing me to have more for art in a magical way. Even a small doodle or few words are seeming like a great achievement that push me to do more.
After ten weeks of giving birth, almost almost everything is settling down now. I am back to work on my art at least three times a week, will go back to teaching soon and hopefully try and be more active here.
There is still so many to write and share with you, but baby boy seems like he is waking up from his nap, a laundry load need to be hanged and I still have one more layer to glaze on the painting next to me.
I thought writing this post will be harder than this since I haven’t been in front of the screen for so so long, it just came naturally and so easy. I miss writing random thoughts and what may seem to me like meaningless words. It give me a great comfort, like the first few raindrops of the season I am impatiently waiting for.
