![]() Unlike my husband who can be fully engrossed in a book while utter chaos is happening around him, and praise the Lord he can. So, when to write… I cannot multitask while reading or writing. They’re too precious to be used on extra stuff. Discouraging, first, because preschool is a financial investment for us, and second, because I feel like I’ve failed my children’s immune systems.īut when things are going according to plan, (and Virgil is a good obedient child when I instruct him to take a long morning nap) those hours are packed full of hands-on making. And there have been several discouraging sick days. It’s about 12 hours a week, eight of those hours I have Virgil. I’ve been so thankful for the extra time while the kids are at preschool. The extra stuff–photographing, developing portfolio/website, writing–just takes a back seat and ends up getting done only if it’s essential. ![]() Rhythm comes in short snippets of time, and usually, if it comes, it means production in the studio is flowing, not computer tasks. I have trouble finding rhythm in most of my life. I’ve often wanted to write about my ceramics, but the truth is, I have trouble finding enough rhythm in my studio practice to make it happen. Two weeks ago, she had the opportunity to speak with a women’s recovery home about a sculpture she made, based on the Gospel story of the woman at the well: In autumn, waiting always for what will be-a seed.Ī major part of our family’s life ‘on mission’ is Erin’s vocation as an artist. ![]() Waiting in winter and in spring, in summer and They’re staked lightly by their stems, or ridged edges,īut when a gust sweeps low over the ground Stacked and bent and lofted on spears of grass The fallen leaves alight where they’ve been borne, With a sound like the soft clattering of waterįrom its sapped branch, and the leaf loiters, ![]()
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