Oh my gosh! I have been so lucky to have my eldest son visit. He has arrived alone (without girlfriends or anyone in tow) and also I am alone! Together we have been taking evening yoga classes, meditating, and watching some classic movies. One of the newest things I have experienced is his apparent love of cooking. He did not get that from me! For the last three nights he has concocted a special dish and had it ready for me soon after I return from work. It's a pleasure to dine with him, sharing stories and hearing his dreams. He is still, and has been since his birth, somewhat a delightful mystery to me.
It's time in the semester to have the students plunge into the act of mixing paint purely for the goal of making color. We have embarked on a more complicated version than usual this semester, and the students have spent almost three weeks, (argh! not planned), mixing primaries to get a full spectrum of hues, and then mixing white, black and gray to get tints, tones and shades.
Though many of them come into the class dragging as if slaves to the palletes, they soon enough appear trance-like with their brushes and little swabs of colors and I have to loudly remind them of the end of the class period.
Tomorrow half the students will be ready to start a painting using their new skills and tool. We will do nature based designs using a harmonic, or analogous, color scheme.
I am confident that they will come to love their color wheels and I have been exhorting them to consider keeping it and taking it with them to college to help decorate their dorm rooms, and to double check the suitability of their wardrobe combinations.
It is the maternal instinct to want to wrap your baby in soft blankets when they are hurting. I realize that even though Max is 19, I will worry about him, ( I have worried about him), every day of my life since his birth.
My sister's baby isn't even born yet and she is already experiencing the maternal instincts and, probably, worrying about it every day. It's a long continuum.