You know my reality is all messed up at the moment.

The only time I feel at ease with the world is on my own in the workshop.

I spend all day trying to teach noisy messy children, then come home to...

more messy noisy children...

 

Just thought I would share that with you all.

So much stress and mess cloud my clarity.

Too many images linger in my eyes.

Too many faces filling the spaces,

Where the green things should grow.

 

Those birds of worry and care,

Have made their nest in my hair.

I shall go and make more mess now,

Some straight shavings from perfect planes. 

 

I will make something everyday.

Leave a virtual record of it out here somewhere...