I have been out of action for a few days after hurting my neck. Life went on without me and now I have to catch up with my part in life. I don't seem to get anything finished. I have about 8 project in various stages of completion but non to the point where I can say "I've finished that now."
My sister and brother in law are visiting from interstate so I have to be social. Dinner for 12 tomorrow night looms closer along with all the goes with that. And, I have all these other projects I would like to start.
Whilst at the art gallery last week I sat in the courtyard and took pictures of the children playing. I have quite a collection of shots that I want to turn into embroideries at some point. This little boy was so busy. He lost his thong and the concentration needed to get it back on again.
Then he was so taken with a leaf in the water. It reminded me of something that I had read by Virgina Woolf.
Don’t you remember, in early childhood,
when, in play or talk,
as one stepped across the puddle or reached the
window on the landing,
some imperceptible shock froze the universe to a
solid ball of crystal which one held for a moment…