When I was at the waterfront I was at the waterfront. When I was on the badminton court I was on the badminton court. When I was in Hobby Nook I was in Hobby Nook.
Hobby Nook was entirely sensory: chair legs scraping on the wooden floor, fragrant candle wax melting on a hotplate, dust drifting in through wide-open doors and windows leaving an earthy taste on my tongue, woven wicker making a pattern against the backs of my legs, the colors and sheen of half-inch ceramic tiles lighting up my eyes.
When a cabin leader clanged the bell on A Field, I put away my trivet till the next day, with nary a thought about its being 'finished' or not.
Today in Hobby Nook—a few tiles here, a few there, some grout, and then off when the bell rang.
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| detail, work in progress |
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8 comments:
Pretty play in progress :)
Surprising learning curve with this one. Thanks for cheering me along, Sheila.
Your memories bring back my memories of wonderful camp days! Some good and some not so good. Was pretty good at badminton and volleyball! Meandering along piece by piece... moving away.... making another ... going back... what more fun and play is that! A mosaic is emerging!
Fun to know I triggered your own camp days, Carol. Thanks for putting words to my process with this piece—the meandering, the piece by piece, the mosaic.
ooooh you describe perfectly our daily goal - to be full present wherever we are, as when we were children. You are so wise. :)
It's fascinating to have a memory so vivid as perspective—to look back from my current vantage point to see being fully present as my DEFAULT way of being!
I’m right there in Hobby Nook with you! I’m going to give my trivet to Grandma.
Perfect!
I even know at which table I work, in what chair I sit, what window I face.
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