Can't. Sit. Still.

I do strive!

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This week has been super duper hard for me.  And for zillions of others. 

My deal ... the reality.

When I got the news about Dylan, the Dragon Knight, it rocked my world.  There are so many things that come with a child's leaving this earth.  It felt like someone hit my "deflate" button and took the wind right out of my sails.  I KNOW I am not alone in this, and I KNOW our Dylan is in such a better place.  But grief is just that, grief.  And I will not dis it, for it will return with a vengeance and demand to be dealt with again and again until it's done.  Ugh. So not easy.  His funeral service was this morning, and as it is in Tallahassee, I could not attend.  That also makes me ever so sad.  

Sweet, sweet child. Rest in peace.

 (Dylan 2003-2012)

In amongst the waves of grief, I've worked at the store.  I've managed to paint a few things for the upcoming show ...

a cute little 1950ish side table that I used coco chalk paint and clear wax on

Another vintage classic table ... in progress right now ...

before

during - will have to post "finished" next week.  This is Versailles w/ old violet edges, eventually...

And end tables (night stands) in progress too.  From boring old brown to fresh white!

 (Not pictured yet)

 I really like doing this because you can see tangible evidence that you have done something!  Always a plus.  They change personalities completely.  I love the process of watching the pieces come back to life after being so ho-hum.  It's especially rewarding when you are trying to get centered and hope the funk and creative "block" are doing an about face.

I have several things on the drawing board and the cutting table ... a beach bag, another mosaic owl, several journals.  When I can at least sit still again, I will sew.  It's just not possible to sew and walk in circles at the same time.

I sure am glad Easter is fast approaching.  I always feel better with the Newness that Easter offers us.

This afternoon a young German man, Jan, stopped by the shoppe.  He was hitting the Appalachian Trail and needed some directions to the Family Dollar and the trail head which is about a mile from the store.  It has been a pretty soggy day or two.  I morphed into "mom" mode s.t.a.t. and escorted the fella to the Dollar store, and dropped him off at the trail head.  Not before offering him an evening of free room and board in a warm and dry house with an entertaining old couple and lots of food.  But like a good thru hiker, he declined the invite and decided to hike.  Nice little treat to take some of the angst away.  I love the way the universe works! And the way hearts heal.  Thank God.

Blessings,