It feels like it's been so quiet here lately! And really, I didn't last post all that long ago, but it's longer ago than usual for what I try to do so it seems like f o r e v e r. Here's a bit of what's been going on . .
Even though I haven't been creating very much, I've been having some #artistlife excitement. I sold my art at a local craft fair about a month ago . . .
. . . and right now some of my original paintings are currently on display in my favorite coffee shops for the duration of March. It feels weird to have my art so out there like this. Vulnerable . . . but good. In fact, I'm writing this blog post int the coffee shop in question, and looking up to see my heart-works hanging for all to see gives me a little thrill every time. I look forward to trying to make more of these kinds of things happen further down the line.
I also very quietly launched a new website recently, called She of the Wild. I'd been feeling more and more like the website you're on right now is not the place for my spiritual experiments, explorations, and questions. I wanted them to have their own space, and now, they do! If you're interested in feminist spirituality and the divine feminine, I'd love for you to join me there. You can also find She of the Wild on Facebook here. I'm sure there will be some overlap in topics between this blog and She of the Wild, but in general, the blog you're reading now will be more reserved for thoughts on creativity, parenting, grief and healing, self-care, and my life in general . . . with a side of feminism, of course, because women are awesome.
|29 weeks, on a day blissfully devoid of puke|
All that makes me seem highly productive in the outward sense, but really, most of my creative energy has been turned inward, toward baby-making. I'm a few weeks into my third trimester, and aside from feeling the most intense and unpredictable nausea that I've ever had in any of my three pregnancies (let me tell you -- hanging artwork in public when all you want to do is hurl is quite . . . interesting), my anxiety hasn't been even close to what it was last time, during my first pregnancy-after-a-loss.
I give all the credit on that front to this guy, who keeps me busy, and who puts up with me so patiently when I can't do more than lay in bed and try not to puke. He is pretty much the most wonderful boy in the entire world.
Except maybe for this guy. They're tied in my book. And did I tell you? New baby is a beautiful, healthy, and BIG boy! I'm excited for brothers, and so so so excited to meet this little dude. It feels like the 10 weeks until my due date are the equivalent of an eternity, but I'm sure they'll fly by (or, I hope they do, particularly if my nausea decides to stick around). He doesn't have an official name yet, but we are in deliberations.
|thank goodness I didn't feel ill the day I had to to drink this|
That's about it! Life has been slow and quiet but, aside from feeling sick, it's been good. I've been learning important lessons in the value of Gentle and Now and Rest and Asking For Help. I hope I remember them when I'm feeling stronger and life is urging me to go faster than perhaps I need to.
Your turn! What have you been up to lately, friends?