The boy charmed all the waitresses by telling them how old he was in Italian and singing them nursery rhymes. I felt VERY smug as a parent, which is really what it’s all about, isn’t it?
My July was happy and busy (though it should be noted that I did next to no writing. It turns out I can either live or write, but not do both at the same time). Meanwhile, the world fell apart (Ukraine, Iraq, Gaza), and the Church of England accepted Women Bishops.
Jon had prepped the boy before the service by explaining what would happen: white dress, songs, vows, rings, and that there was a part in the service where the whole congregation would join in. “When the minister asks, ‘will you, the friends and family support them…’ that’s when you say ‘we will’, as loudly as possible,” he told the boy. These proved to be fateful instructions.
There is a beautiful arrogance in the works of great artists, and I am trying to learn from them. The other day, I drew a picture of my boy. It wasn’t very good, and it made him look like decidedly simian. I frowned, then thought of Picasso: I wrote ‘My child as a monkey’, and signed my name beside it. If in doubt, just change the title and call it art.
May has been a weird and wonderful month. I started off a little glum and lost, (that’s what happens when you go cold turkey off blogging and social media). Happily, I discovered eBay as a sort of nicorette patch to ease me off some of those withdrawal symptoms. Bid, bid, bid. It worked a treat, but let’s just say I have a LOT of summer clothes now. A LOT…
A bunch of us are exploring art journalling for the first time. This is more like a journal than a sketch book or scrap book – where you record your feelings, but through colour and swirls and ‘found poetry’ and quotes. It’s SO MUCH FUN.
It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but this is is me cheerleading for the best blog posts and articles in March 2014.
I wanted her to tell me how to ‘do’ Benedictine prayer. But this is not a ‘how to’ book. It is a story of searching for God in the middle of the ordinary.