I just spent the last week caring for my two grandchildren, 8 and 10 years. This chance to spend time with them during their regular routine is pure gold. Not a special occasion, just a regular school day while their parents take a much deserved second honeymoon. A miracle, really.
With the children off at school all day I suddenly realized that I did not have to actually “do” anything. For the first time in my life I felt that I had all of the time in the world. I gave myself the first day of spring by visiting Snoqualamie Falls and viewing Peregrine Falcons nesting on a cliff by the falls. They chose a pile of logs and sticks, seven feet across – an old eagle’s nest? The male hovering, meeting his mate in midair to pass her a bit of meat, a small bird most likely. She is off the nest each hour for 45 seconds only. She depends on her mate for her life.
But I digress. Time. I let the kids free swim for 45 minutes at the pool. So what dinner is late? I just watched them swim. I kept remembering the hours in the water – I was so intent on learning to swim, perfecting the underwater flips, learning to dive. Good memories – I was a kid once.
I return to my everyday life of making art, of selling art, and I feel that a certain time elasticity has been restored to me. It feels like more space inside my head and chest. This sketch is the skyline view of the Cascades from their home, the maple tree, the aspens and the valley filling with mist. No longer winter in spite of the heavy snow, but not quite spring.