Moving Camp

There is one tiny detail to be worked out, but it looks 99.9% certain we're moving to Peoria, Illinois.  After 10 years of living in Portage, Wisconsin, this is not a small undertaking.  Leaving friends, the comfort of the familiar, my home... and just the logistics of moving accumulated crap... are all overwhelming my brain.  It will get done, but it's frighteningly difficult.

And when, WHEN, am I going to find time to bead?  I have a million projects in mind!  My little black book full of ideas is bursting to the seams.  I've finally taken to writing them down or sketching them so I can refer to them when the time is right.  I find myself waking up to new ideas and amazingly, they're very complete pieces.  There's this very hazy moment when I first wake up, before my eyes are even open when the muse seems to sing to me.  She's lovely and soft and gives me these little heavenly gifts for which I'm humbly grateful.  They're beautiful!  I just stare at them in awe and laugh with joy!  There is always so much sadness and brutality in the world, I feel blessed to be able to bring a tiny spark of joy and beauty.