My mom says that all the time. Today I think I know what she means. Usually in the morning I'm so busy, getting lunches, packing backpacks, getting breakfasts, locating homework that has wandered away (both mine and my kids') that I just pour the coffee into my cup and either let it go cold while I'm running around, or toss it down my throat on my way to do something else.
Today is a designated morning off for me. I decided this last night while I was working on making postcards. I haven't had enough time to do things that make me peaceful. I've been really happy doing school work and being busy, but that isn't the same as being peaceful.
My new project for school is about the noise of society and technology. It's about how we lose our inner peace, how we lose the divine that is inside us while we are busy being busy in this noisy modern world. (the project is due on Thursday and I'm just a stamp or two away from being done). While I have been busy creating these two paintings that are full of visual of noise, I have felt increasingly unsettled, cranky even.
So I have put them away for today. As close as the end of term is, I still need a day to find that peaceful space inside of me.
I have listened to the kids laughing and playing, I sent my early riser husband back to bed to fight his cold, I can hear the grunty snores of my cat, as I sip this still hot cup of coffee. You know, the coffee tastes really good this morning.