Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Home...with the boys and papa Frank again...And the dog, the chickens, the goldfish, and apparently, a mouse family too. It's hard to unpack. I just want to curl up in bed to recover. Why is it we are all so busy in this life? It seems like only on "vacations" we get to listen to the muse and respond to the day with an open heart. I am attempting to resist the list making that's so vital to managing the family, my life, my career. But swift passing thoughts remind me of things I put off until I returned.
So here I am! Tomorrow's painting will be all lists, I am sure.