Jane says that a lot--"How'd you get up there?" Sometimes she says it to things in the sky or up above--light fixtures, airplanes. Sometimes it is a statement of imagination. She wakes up and shouts, "Hey Big Bird! How'd you get up there?" And my favorite, sometimes she does downward dog (or "Janie upside-down") and looks at us, inverted. How'd you get up there? I feel like that today. Ellen upside-down. We've been chugging along, with Christmas standing between us and big changes as a sort of jolly buffer. Everyday I think about how much I will miss this house, this land. Every time I drive into Olympia, I feel the mixed up feelings of a person in love--I love this place so much. Do we belong together? Will we ever make it work? And yet, I'm mindful of how good our other option is--to return to a city I enjoy where I have friends and family. All day long I have this discussion internally, and return to a middle ground, and from that vantage point all I can see is serendipity. And finally, about a week ago, I stopped miserably scanning Craig's List and the job boards, and petitioned the universe. I asked for help; I said I wanted to stay here. I asked the universe to provide. In the past week: I've had a formal job interview; I've met with an old friend who offered me possible writing work; I sold a gnome doll on Etsy to a person who is not connected to me in any way; I received two custom orders from within my family. And lastly, our next door neighbor, the one we don't know as well, came to the door to say she'd heard I was looking for work and that her husband was hiring for two positions. I would be remiss if I didn't also mention the friend who gave me a super massage in exchange for two gnomes (see below), and offered to help take care of Jane, the friend who gave me a recommendation for the job I interviewed for, and all the friends who have called and written and texted me to see how things are going. I feel held by my friends and provided for by the powers that be right now. And as much as I'd like to know definitively what happens next, I'm pretty okay with the fact that everything is still up in the air. It will come down eventually. In the meantime, there's always downward dog to turn everything right-side up again, which I think is exactly what I need.
Here are the usual pictures of what we've been up to, including some of the many gnome pictures I took. These are my favorites yet. They are modeled after Jane and one of her playgroup boyfriends, for whom they will be a Christmas gift. He doesn't have a beard yet, of course, but he is a tow-head with limpid eyes, dimples and an irresistible smile. Jane's other playgroup boyfriend has dark hair, dimples and limpid eyes. Last week she held hands with the former and was kissed on the lips by the latter. Matt better take advantage of the next ten years to prepare himself. He's going to need it.
Having lots of fun with a bag of Model Magic from her uncle. Actually, not sure which of the three of us is having more fun. Jane is providing lessons on impermanence by destroying everything she asks us to create. (Shiva's grasping hand in background.)