cre^ate, cre^ates, cre^ating
1) to cause to exist; bring into being
2) to give rise to; produce
i have strong germanic tendencies to finish things, to complete them, to have closure, to check off a task from my to-do list. lately, i find myself perusing the spaces where i normally would not dwell - the process, the uncertainty, the untended, finding an unfamiliar comfort here. i'm dabbling in the creativity of my thoughts, feeling especially like i need to express, to create, to produce. is this the result of being a mama? is this the world of mommyhood? where energy goes to existence, to being, to exploring? where the unfinished is glamorous with its scraggly edges and where messiness speaks to a life lived rather than a life planned. here's to creativity of the body - birthing a baby boy, and to creativity of the mind - raising that baby boy.










Even the pillars have been painted to reflect the different cultures represented in the market - this one was near the vendor where we ate - Holyland - middle eastern cuisine.


Man at work

Miles took a nap outside - he had just woken up in this photo
Felix enjoys laying on the gravel driveway, soaking up the heat from the warm stones

























This is what is left of our winter plants. They're definitely ready for the next life. They used to be bright green when we planted them around Thanksgiving. I haven't had the time to take them out of the planters yet. I just got around to taking down our Christmas wreath this week. Generally, we can't dig in the dirt here until Mother's day anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter much.
