Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look out upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything.
-William McNeile Dixon-
I must have passed the doorway dozens of times in recent weeks always snatching a longing look into its portal. I could see my green pencil poised across the corner of a piece of paper where sketch lines indicated the birthing of an idea. Those first pangs of labor being a false start to bringing a new idea into reality. The ideas time had not yet come to full term, so with a sigh, I must wait. With yearning of both heart and hands to cradle the idea I would turn away, back to the task at hand.
My fingertips fairly crackled with electricity as I flicked the switch bathing the room in light. I stepped into the birthing room with a rush of anticipation. I quickly assembled everything a new born baby piece of art would need: fabric to swaddle it in, glue to hold it together, scissors to snip its cord, and embellishments for its first arrival outfit. After a short but intense five hour labor, a bouncing baby boot was born! He is 5 1/2 inches tall, 5 inches long, and weighs a scant few ounces.
As proud as any new mother could be I took baby boot on his first outing to snap photos. He was a bit timid at first, only touching the tip of his little toe in the sweet green grass...
He nestled there, squirming this way and that...
I carried him over to the the old horse barn where he posed on the leaf littered bench...
Not being too steady on his little booted heel yet, he toppled over in a big gust of wind...
But it was not long until he found his footing and was boot scootin' all over the place, like climbing up on the barn siding...
And hammin' it up on the old halter hanging there...
He even tried his hand at tractor drivin'...
Sidlin' up to the old barn and perchin' on a sign there...
I decided that was enough excitement for a one day old boot. Now that I have brought him home he is going to need a cradle to sleep in so today he will get his very own custom made boot box!
There is great satisfaction in giving birth to an idea. A tiny miracle of sorts, having a concept or thought and seeing it being worked out into reality. The idea truly is like a sudden opening of a window, fresh thoughts rush in. You exchange the weightless thought of what does not exist for something tangible born of the imagination that is well worth the labor.
I have dearly missed you all and I would love to hear what you have been up to! I will be slowly making my way around to visit and comment. We are hoping the next three days will get us done or at least close to it for putting my mothers house up for sale and we can resume life at our new normal. Have a wonderful weekend!
-William McNeile Dixon-
I must have passed the doorway dozens of times in recent weeks always snatching a longing look into its portal. I could see my green pencil poised across the corner of a piece of paper where sketch lines indicated the birthing of an idea. Those first pangs of labor being a false start to bringing a new idea into reality. The ideas time had not yet come to full term, so with a sigh, I must wait. With yearning of both heart and hands to cradle the idea I would turn away, back to the task at hand.My fingertips fairly crackled with electricity as I flicked the switch bathing the room in light. I stepped into the birthing room with a rush of anticipation. I quickly assembled everything a new born baby piece of art would need: fabric to swaddle it in, glue to hold it together, scissors to snip its cord, and embellishments for its first arrival outfit. After a short but intense five hour labor, a bouncing baby boot was born! He is 5 1/2 inches tall, 5 inches long, and weighs a scant few ounces.
As proud as any new mother could be I took baby boot on his first outing to snap photos. He was a bit timid at first, only touching the tip of his little toe in the sweet green grass...
He nestled there, squirming this way and that...
I carried him over to the the old horse barn where he posed on the leaf littered bench...
Not being too steady on his little booted heel yet, he toppled over in a big gust of wind...
But it was not long until he found his footing and was boot scootin' all over the place, like climbing up on the barn siding...
And hammin' it up on the old halter hanging there...
He even tried his hand at tractor drivin'...Sidlin' up to the old barn and perchin' on a sign there...
I decided that was enough excitement for a one day old boot. Now that I have brought him home he is going to need a cradle to sleep in so today he will get his very own custom made boot box! There is great satisfaction in giving birth to an idea. A tiny miracle of sorts, having a concept or thought and seeing it being worked out into reality. The idea truly is like a sudden opening of a window, fresh thoughts rush in. You exchange the weightless thought of what does not exist for something tangible born of the imagination that is well worth the labor.
I have dearly missed you all and I would love to hear what you have been up to! I will be slowly making my way around to visit and comment. We are hoping the next three days will get us done or at least close to it for putting my mothers house up for sale and we can resume life at our new normal. Have a wonderful weekend!
