sort of non 9-5

I basically work a 9-5ish 'job'.
I teach Art at a school. I'm not full time but when I think about it, it seems pretty full, over full to me.
I teach mon-fri but not 9-5 more like 10-3,4,5,6,7...Depending on the day.


Recently we closed a week with a big Art Opening on Friday with
Kids, Parents, friends, teachers, etc attending for the fun event.

It was then over, the high fell and it was time to pack up and go home.

Relax? Next? not quite...but I remember what this feels like,
I used to mostly just work on Big Community projects and it was tons of prep work, then the event, then a big crash, relax time.

The difference with the school setting is that the crash time is more like prep for the next event, projects, ideas.

I'm hoping to find a way to balance this all out.
I suppose it's all about the waves of water, the in and the out, the low and the high...and when to know what will happen. I suppose once you find the rythum it all just flows like the water has done for years.
I suppose this new month of Pisces is a good time to think about water, waves and ripplies.
I mean I love the work but sometimes I wish I could just take that little break from planning projects and relax.

I've done a bit of that this past week when we had off from school. I hope to do more in the future.
This week involved-
-cross country skiing
-sleeping in late
-reading
-cooking
-Taking lots of baths in Water!

It also involved working and planning a bunch.
But I like that stuff.

But, I also know there 'is time and space for everything'

On, Sunday I had dinner at Olga's Aunt and Uncles and its amazing how good it feel to be in a different space and not have my computer, paper, books, projects to tempt me to get involved.
Sometimes it feels great to send e-cards, drink tea and wine, be overfed and watch the birds go by.

Wondering what 9-5 means any way? A job? It's it more like life?

moving too fast to see, to feel

It was one of those days,
today that went so fast that it was hard to feel. But, it also stabbed me with pain. One of thoses days filled with mixing colours and sewing up pillows but, hurt with not knowing about printing photos and what my place is. One of thoses days that slush made me walk slower and it felt good. A day with shared pancakes and not enough time for tea. A day with wondering why I go to the orphanage, when it makes more sense to reflect on how many different ways you can create an object. It's been a day with pizza for dinner, a bath for dessert, and on the computer for more work. One of those days that moves so fast. Oh, storm of life, please slow down. I'd like to smell the drawn rose flowers using the "Ms. Evonne, that machine is smart!"(Overhead projector).


I suppose when I look back on this day, it wasn't that it was so fast, it was that I didn't get to feel more bits of each part.
More bits of the joy of the children sewing for their first time.
More bits of mixing colors.
More bits of realizing that she said I'm sorry.

..."How can I keep from singing"

It's real, right now.

"It's life and it's really happening, right now". -Christine in the movie Me and You and Everyone we Know

As the evening continues, I think about my love, my life, work, joys and concerns. Last Sunday, was the new moon of Shevat. I brought over a geranium plant and it brighten up the room for our gathering. At night when the lights we all off she whispered to come look at this. It was the shadow of the plant on the wall. It was a magical site. It was life at that moment.

Life is happening right now, it is true and I try to live in those moment but sometimes it's difficult to not look forward and wonder.
Wonder about Love.

What's love got to do with it? What's love got to do with it?