I like it when Orion decides to join me for creative time. He says, "Today, I am a painter."
Which seems a poppety way of looking at things-- as they are, without pretext or qualifications.
It doesn't occur to him to think "I will be a painter," or "I might be a painter."
He paints, therefore he is a painter.
When the music went to an upbeat track, we gave each other that crazy look, took off our aprons and our jig, polka,
kung-fu combo took over.
We danced and so for the moment, were dancers.
For the moment can be a very good thing.
Tomorrow more Poppets will be sent on their various journeys. Then I'll be a painter too for awhile.
Tonight Pete and I saw "No Country for Old Men." We saw a window this evening to catch a movie and jumped a the chance to see a Coen Bros. film, knowing little else about it. I found it sparsely beautiful and well acted and early on was stuck by the quality of the writing. Sometimes, it's not a terrifically easy film to watch. The credits revealed it is based on Cormac McCarthy's 2005 book of the same title.
That explained a lot.
I read McCarthy's The Road this year, finding it one of the most moving books I've ever read.