It’s been a while since I did a Scattered Life Collective post summarizing my week. And although I’m not sure Cynthia Lee, inventor of this meme, is playing this week, it matters not. Being a scattered collective means we honor our own rhythms. And my inner wisdom says I need to play.
current time: 3:00 pm on this auspicious beginning of the Chinese New Year. Gong Hay Fat Choy. Best wishes for a good and prosperous year. Chinese New Year celebrations traditionally run from Chinese New Year’s Eve, the last day of the last month of the Chinese calendar, to the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first month, making the festival the longest in the Chinese calendar.
out the window: Oh the snow. Oh the extended cold. Oh the dreary winter that seems so endless. Sigh. Seriously I feel like I’m wintered chapped from my head to my toes. And not only my physical body, but my emotional one too. The sun is on holiday someplace warmer and has left it to us to create our own brightness. Challenge accepted!
- bright colors. I normally keep these charming felt purses from Nepal hanging from doorknobs. (Nothing is safe in this house from some dangled treasure). But this week I had to bring them up front closer so I could breathe in their color. And this was the week for the woolen fuchsia socks with the chocolate brown polka dots; the mango scarf layered with the turquoise one; the citrus acid green coffee cup I only haul out when I’m desperate; and best of all, some new juicy prismacolor markers.
- New moon wishing.
- A deliciously messy work table filled with the creative chaos of numerous projects. There are valentines being created; illustrations for a collaborative project (yes Beautiful Irene – I really AM working on them!); two necklaces in various states of assemblage; and two prototypes of books/journals I’m playing around with.
- Discovering a new word that makes me laugh with delight. Bumfuzzle. Circa 1900. Meaning “to confuse.” Good heavens, little did I know I’ve been walking around all week in a state of winter-induced bumfuzzlement. But now I know!
- Laughter wherever I can find it. And last night it was in a dream. I was lost without a clue about which direction I needed to be heading to find my way home, and a delightful woman took pity on me. She didn’t know where I was headed either, but she said she’d walk along and tell me jokes. And she did. And they were funny. But clearly they were meant to stay in the dream realm because alas, I can’t remember a single one.
reading: Curiously this week a number of publications I had tucked into my bookshelves called to me for review. Each one was a reminder that there is room in the publishing world for non-mainstream works that are wonderful heart expressions. Eye of Light by Dawn Lotten is a channeled book that includes her artwork. History & Mystery of Angels is a self-published work by Helene Lacelle and Peter Evanchuck of www.bookshandmade.com. Plus a number of chapbooks. My heart is filled and reassured. I have so many books in me clamoring to come out, and none of them are likely to pass a normalcy test. So I’m so glad to be living in a time when alternate is not only accepted but cherished.
listening: Pete Seeger of course! And I found this charming clip of a 2012 production supporting the work of Amnesty International. You blessed us Mr. Seeger.
Around and About:
- It’s not often one finds the dress of their dreams. But lo and behold, I’ve found mine. Thank you Saskia Keultjes! And now I’ve got to add gif creation to my wanna-do-that list.
- Yesterday (Jan. 30) began the annual 64-day observation of The Season for Peace and Nonviolence.
Because every life needs a dose of fuzzy delight ala Susan Chi.
And that my friends is what’s up for me. Now tag, you’re it. What has your week brought? Are you flash frozen in the midst of winter, or are you on the lookout for the first signs of spring? Found a fave new word this week or are you joining me in bumfuzzlement? Do tell – you know I love to hear. And stay tuned, tomorrow I start my next blog abecedarium. It’ll be my February of love letters.