I'm up in the quiet dark of the house while my two J men sleep. Thinking of a poem by David Whyte, with the last line (above) that sings inside me. I remember reading a Reader's Digest article by a writer and mother of two, who described getting up an hour before her family, in order to get some time to herself and write. This makes sense to me now. To have some silent space around me, the luxury of finishing a cup of tea while it's still warm, and the quiet time to delve a little bit deeper inside myself, to follow tendrils of thought, seedlings of longing and to unfurl these into a sentence....I need this.
I had my first 'business' event yesterday since BJ (before Jack) - a Simply Rhino software networking event for boat designers - and it went well. I was quite nervous and was sure I'd forget something vitally important but, apart from not bringing my business cards, I had everything covered. The participants all seemed to get a lot from the event.
Next week I'm running the first Rhino workshop since BJ and so far, have 5 bookings, which is very exciting! Organising these two events has felt quite flowing and it all seems to have happened quite easily: developing a good relationship with the Boat Building Academy, getting marketing done by MIASA (Marine Industry Association of SA) and McNeel (Rhino developers) and getting bookings from unexpected people.
Yesterday, I got to the venue a bit early and was sitting in the car preparing the agenda for the meeting, when an older bespectacled man came over and asked if I was the woman who'd called him about the catering. We had a good chat and he's going to send me a quote for the catering for the workshop next week. This felt flowing and effortlesss too, which I think is a sign that one's on the right track.
I look out of the dark window onto our new garden bench, sitting invitingly under the tree at the bottom of our garden that I recently pruned, and it makes me happy. I find that lately, I've been wanting to create several spaces around me for sitting and simply being... the less time I have for this, the more I think about decorating the space, buying cushions that will be comfy and pretty, making sure there's a surface alongside for tea, looking longingly at my unopened library books, remembering the days when I'd move from one cosy corner to another, finishing one book and cracking open the next. Sharing my days with a 14-month-old doesn't leave a lot of time for being or reading!
