Friday, 15 September 2017

Fountain visits and knitting while you walk!

 A new twist on "Whistle while you work"!

Gilray Fountain or "Spirit of Napier"


Miss A has a plan to visit every fountain in our city - and there are a lot of them!

Monday's visit was to the Gilray Fountain/Spirit of Napier, an Art Deco-inspired fountain on the waterfront. For a 3-year-old, "visit" is really a euphemism for "play in", so Miss A and Pineapple Pup played in the fountain while I followed behind, knitting.

Pineapple Pup is a pull-along plastic dog toy that I loved as a little girl. He's bright yellow (thus the name) and he moves along on a ball that has eyes painted on it, giving him a rather droll look as they eyes roll round and round.


Miss A about to give Pineapple Pup a swim
Miss A adores him and says he loves swimming in fountains, a fact I didn't know as a kid - which is just as well, because there were no fountains where Pineapple Pup and I grew up.

Once he has swum a few circuits of any fountain, pulled along by his string leash, his body fills up with water. Miss A has enormous fun "drawing" with the water on the sun-warmed concrete as it trickles out through a hole in his tail.

All the while, I "click, click, click" along behind with my knitting, offering encouraging remarks and fielding questions (like "Mama, do you think that lady on the top of the fountain is doing her exer'ises?").


"Drawing" with water on sun-warmed concrete

Fountain spray

An azure spring day at the fountain

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Finding "Me Time" when there's simply "No Time"

Being "Mama" to a very busy, fascinating 3-year-old hasn't left much time of late for me as "Meg", a person in my own right. Most of my time and focus has been spent being "Mama", and rightly so I guess.

Tea Party: fine china &hats compulsory. Bib optional.
In my childless life, before the miraculous Miss A entered the world, I would easily spend all afternoon in the garden, an entire evening knitting, a whole morning embroidering with friends. Having my hands busy with some creative project, whether in the soil of the garden or wielding a paintbrush, needle, knitting needles, etc, was a way of replenishing my Creative Energy.

Of late, my "Mama" focus has taken over every day life to the point where I have lost touch with much of that Creative Energy, and with the thoughts and processes that essentially make up my "Meggishness". That is a shame, because I think it is probably my "Meggishness" that makes me more fun as a Mama.

Miss A recently made the apparently thrilling discovery that I have a name other than "Mama". She was so entranced by this epiphany that she spent a whole day calling me "Meg", "Meggy", "Meggles", and other jaunty derivatives.

I, in turn, realised that it is high time I got back in touch with that "Meg-person". She sounded fun!

Stitched postcard: New Plymouth, New Zealand - Paritutu, power station, port, Sugar Loaf Islands
Yes I am a Mama, but I know that's only part of who I am. I am a creative, spiritual person with dreams and ambitions of my own that go beyond those of Motherhood. I need to reclaim "Me Time" and find my Creative Energy again, in order to help me become a whole person once more.

Boundless time along is a thing of the past, so to achieve this without failing on the Motherhood front, the focus of "Me Time" must undergo a fundamental change.

For me, "Me Time" now means:

  • finding time for Creativity in daily life
  • putting the Creativity back into my daily Mama-practice so that I can share my fun, energised self with the equally imaginative and creative Miss A
  • having the faith to say "Yes" to opportunities for Creativity and seeing where that leads ... and working out the details (or cleaning up the mess) later if need be!
  • recording and celebrating my Creativity (there's nothing like seeing a photo of something beautiful I have made but forgotten about to get me moving forward again if I become "stuck").
I'd love to use this blog as a way of connecting with a creative community again, and as a way of sharing my joy in finding my Creative Energy once more.