Recently I finished working on this little number. This is an infinity scarf that I call the “Flower Petal Scarf”. It’s not for sale. Not yet, anyway. A couple days ago, I ordered something that I have been wanting for years now. Every year I tell myself that this is the year I finally buy my spinning wheel and every year I get distracted with other things. This year, I finally bought it. Finally! Oh, I do love pretty yarns, and now I can make them! OH you have no idea how excited and elated and happy I am to finally be getting my wheel.  Anyway, that’s all for today. Have a splendid weekend!

One of the reasons why Jesus the prophet, once said ” Let the little children come to me…” is because a child has this level of sort of…blind faith. If you ask my daughter what her dream is, she will tell you it is to fly like a bird.”Oh, that would be my dream, mommy!” She tells me.  She isn’t concerned about HOW this will happen, and is totally convinced that it will one day.

You see, that’s the thing with kids. Logic? Not so much on scale of importance. One thing about being an adult is that we saturate ourselves with logic and reason. The burden of responsibility jades us and we end up just a bit like our parents or grandparents.

Within creativity, I find that logic and reason creep in. I start thinking, “well I really don’t have the space for another shrine” or “what the heck will I do with it?”  This level of thinking stifles your creative process. Instead, don’t concern yourself with logic and reason. Don’t worry it. Just make what you are inspired to make. Just create.

My littleone, painting the potaters from last week.

I have to say, I am pretty lucky. I mean, I have a lot of positives in my life: my kids, my husband, and my life…so far,it’s all good.

I say this because a lot of times other moms and other people in general can be jealous, especially here in New York City where everything is about competition.

I detest competition.  I really do. I mean, what’s the point, you know? Look, the way I see it,if you’re unhappy with your life, change it. If it didn’t turn out the way you expected it, make choices. AND look at the choices you made. YOU made the choices in your life, so don’t blame me.

The truth is we all go through shit. We all go through darkness and hard times. How you deal with it is what matters.

In other news, Dharma has been nicknamed Dharmita by my mother in law and daughter Dakota. Cute, right?

Her name means a lot to me. A couple years back, I was in a dark place. An aquaintance of mine, in an email gave me some advice, and closed the email with wishing that the Dharma would bring me the peace and clarity that I saught for. It did. So when I named my daughter, I chose the name Dharma because of what it means to me.

For buddists, the dharma is the teachings of the Buddha. The word means many things, but mainly that’s what it means to me.

I’m telling you all of this because I want to say that no matter what anyone says, I am proud of my girls and their names. Someone I know who bears the same last name as me and the same DNA type as me, decided that she did not want to call my daughter by her name, it being what she called an “indian” name, and a religious one at that. She refuses to even utter the name of my child, so as to not accept my lifestyle.  It’s sad for this person, because in doing so, she is choosing to not be in my life.

But that is the choice she is making. My life will move on, and my daughters will grow up with a grandmother (my MIL) that takes care of them, buys them gifts without conditions, and does not take a four year old’s rough housing personally.

On another note, my daughter is going to be five this May. FIVE! I cannot believe it! Wow. Looking back, I have a friend that I met when my daughter Dakota was just a few months old, and this summer that will be five years ago. We’ve been friends since then. Friendship is amazing.  I won’t say that her & I are at each other’s house every week and talk on the phone a lot, etc. But she is consistent, and that matters to me. She’s consistent in the things that matter. We get together every now and again, we catch up and chat about writing, motherhood, and other things.

Today’s post is rawther sappy. I know. But what can I say, I’m in a grateful mood. I guess that’s what happens when you’re happy.