I love this part of the poem. The whole poem is called Jack Frost and it's by Gabriel Setoun. I honestly don't know much about it, but I love, love, love that Jack Frost is related as an artist. Because when there is frost on the windows in my studio - it looks painted + imagined. And beautiful. And I love winter.
The last few days have been exhausting. The packing + holiday preparations and busy small people and working-late-husband and long nights in my studio coupled with a baby-who-is-making-nights-longer have been taking their toll. And I'm trying to coffee through because THIS IS MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE YEAR. That last 10 days. The part where we take inventory and deep breaths and the whole year sort of floods back while we are too busy to simmer with it. I love these days. I get so sentimental and I've decided that's okay. I am going to wallow + back float + starfish + soak it up. Because this is the push. This is the finish line. This is the BURST of awesome before 2011 is a chapter closed and we are fresh in a new adventure.
Oh, so much to be grateful for in 2011. I'm making my list. I'm saying my prayers. I'm painting on a window-pane in fairy lines with frozen steam...
Today: we are packing + pushing + breathing it all in.