I am a little overwhelmed here.
This week I help my son pack for college.
In reality, I am mostly standing by while he tells me what he is doing.
I expect a bit of a flurry on Friday.
Then, next week, I leave for the Upper Peninsula for the Giving Motherhood a Voice book tour and my Slow Time Salon on Superior: art and writing immersion in Big Bay.
I have so much to say about both of those things, but today, the brilliant weather has provided me a gorgeous laundry-drying day. I am clinging to clothespins to stay my panic.
There are black and blue berries to pick.
There are art supplies to pack.
So I am including a song here by my dear Terri Bocklund.
Terri and I worked at Bay Cliff Health Camp together, singing on the shores of Lake Superior. She will bring songs written on Isle Royale to our talks about mothering and creativity. This song is her newest. If you happen to be in the Upper Peninsula next week, I hope you will consider joining us. Here is more information.
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My ties to the Upper Peninsula are strong. Here is a post I wrote about the compass of my soul pointing north on Lake Superior Spirit. Another dear friend from my Bay Cliff days is Lynn Bowmaster. As the fates of social media would have it, Lynn and I were reunited this summer after about 20 years of living our lives within one hour of each other and not knowing it.
Lynn has offered beautiful rich writing to the Out of the Mouths of Babes blog series. You can read it here. Her perspective on her own small ten-year-old self and what her mother expected of her has been lushly sewn with exquisite words. Her piece is a portal to understanding what makes Lynn who she is today. I wonder if you have a memory of your ten-year-old self that illuminates who you are today? Please read and comment on Lynn’s post. I would love to hear your thoughts.
Until then, I am making permission slips for myself.
Today, for permission to work uninterrupted.
Somehow this slip needs to be circulated among my family members because
I have been interrupted about 75 times so far.
One little thing at a time.
I am off to feed the day wolf.