Opening the window

A few days ago, as I was staring at my computer and doing nothing useful and feeling bad about it, I remembered how I used to look out the window when I was working.  Of course, that was in the days before computers.  But when I’m at school, I have a nice view of the service berry bushes all through the year.  So anyhow, I moved from the couch to the armchair, and I felt so much better.  Here is my view:  

The view from my window
The view from my window

It’s nothing spectacular, but it helps somehow.

I’ve been thinking for a while about adding more different kind of posts to my blog.  I want to keep having the recipes and crafts, but something more personal, or with more depth, to share the why as well as the how.  This morning I was thinking back to when I took my first art classes at Parkland College.  One of my teachers told us to use our sketchbooks as holders of everything–sketches, of course, but also thoughts, ideas, dreams, recipes, whatever caught our interest.  I used to do that.  It was one of the most creative times of my life.  So this morning, I realized that I could use my blog in a similar way.  So I’m going to give it a try.  If you have any comments or suggestions, I’d love to hear from you.

Dreams of Freedom--inspired by looking out of my window a long time ago!
Dreams of Freedom–inspired by looking out of my window a long time ago!

Thanks for stopping by!

I am a writer, handworker, artist and teacher (a WHAT!), and a mom of two beautiful daughters who are amazingly 17 and 21. I am working on getting my first book, a fantasy novel for young people, published and am busy spinning on my new spinning wheel. I have been a Waldorf early childhood teacher for 10 years now, and before that, I was a lawyer. Teaching is much more fun.

5 thoughts on “Opening the window

      • It does take courage to share ourselves. I think it takes courage to share any of the works of our hearts–words or images. It helps that I painted this one a long time ago. I remember the first time I had a painting in a group show at Parkland College in Champaign. It was a showing of group work. I hid around the corner from my painting and watched people looking at it, looking at their faces to see how they responded. It’s scary, but also exciting. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I really like your writing, too.

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