There and Back.

Is it possible for music to span the ages tugging hearts across many generations and crossing whole oceans with the roots of culture firmly attached, pulling back the "lost to other nations" and drawing anew the young longing for those roots? Yes!! Mi Lindo Peru calls to me so often even though I hardly know her. Her music especially is attached firmly to heart's strings and I drink from her fountain often. Hay la musica Creolla y del Norte! Yesterday mama and I listened to lots of Los Panchos videos on Ytube and she told me stories of her youth when one of the guys serenaded her friend with his guitar. It was wonderful. Take a listen to the music of my parents roots and mine as well.

SURREAL is:

SURREAL is:

Having a birthday margarita that a few small birds could bathe in.

Having a son who was not even 21 inches at birth measure in at over six feet.

Having a brother who gives you a shaving apparatus for your face as a birthday gift. Ok i guess he is not known for subtlety and I could use it.

Getting stuck in a 53 year old body when really I am still only about 23.

Mothers are so much fun!

At our recent gathering of the Mothers we had a blast documenting the making of the Picarones. Here Mama holds one up for us to admire and droll over. This is a treat that my dear Tia Cucha has been making at family gatherings for the past many years. This year some of the younger mothers gathered to watch her and get the recipe. Then the PAPS aka(Peruvian American Princesses) went a little crazy with the laughs and hip movements. We even got Tia to shake a little booty. These are my wonderful mamas and we are a bunch to contend with. What fun and joy to be with them.

Evening

One of my favorite times of day is early evening in late spring or early summer. I sit and listen to birds calling out and have a sense of fulfillment at the day's events. Tummies are full and light fades gently and invites for a walk. Tired but content I look forward to the night and quiet activities and then sleep at last. My favorite time of day.

mothers

With Mother's day fast approaching I reflect on mothers. The umbilical cord stretches across the distance to Mama and son. I am a mom, I have a mom, I crave a mom as I mourn the passage of young mother into old mother. Taking care of mom and reliving mom as that one who feeds and watches over with tenderness rooted in the reality we call life. My womb remembers being full of life. Grateful to have been given the gift of life. Mothers are connections between people who love each other. I am a mother. I am connected to life.

Creative juices

When those Creative Juices start flowing there is no stopping them. Or rather who would want to? Yesterday was one of those days when a sunny sitting spot, beautiful materials and upcoming celebrations called out for some time out to create. I love my little hearts most because they will go to people I love. It is so hard to create for profit because you do not know who will hold your creations in hand. Eventually duty called but not till I had created 5 little projects for Mother's day.

Filling space

I have always loved containers. Little boxes, baskets of all kinds, bags made of wool, tule or lace are my favorite things to collect. I make them for loved ones or simply to hold little wonders I find. I have them on every available surface and they bring a sense of order to small disorders. Little soaps in the bathroom, rings in the kitchen, keys by the front door, precious jewels on the dresser. They are comforting in some intangible way. I think I'll make more containers this month.

Easter. Why do I find this photo so haunting? It has so many hidden or not so hidden implications. The towel on the ground is there to protect. The dress is there to display. The lack of shoes implies a sense of throwing off conventions maybe? I hope so.

Letting go of the apron strings.

Letting go of the apron strings. 19th birthday and away. We try to connect the best we can. Technology has made for a bizarre interaction across space and time.

Pin cushions. Adventure in felting, adding details and examining the possibility of artist juices. Art versus craft. Craft.