Today is a rainy day. Dreary, overcast, and colder than not. A day you'd want to spend wrapped up in a blanket, soaking in the tub, or baking in the kitchen. I plan on doing all three. Today is a silent day in my heart, a peaceful day.
Yesterday was Friday. A busy day. I worked all day and I babysat all evening. When I finally made it home, or probably even before then, I was spent. It's been a long week in so many ways. I just needed to sleep. I came home, left the lights off, turned off the TV, and opened the back door to the porch. I then cuddled deep into the couch, completely consumed by my favorite corduroy comforter.
Comforter. That was all that I needed at that moment: to be comforted. I need that a lot lately. I eventually made my way to the shower to wash off the day, the week. I fell asleep quickly once I allowed myself to settle.
Today I slept in an hour later than I am able to during the week. I felt rested. I wanted coffee. I was ready to start my day (this doesn't always happen). Z was heading to work, so I made coffee in time to send some with him (nurturer that I am). I wrote my Morning Pages: today was Day Seven. I also had my first unplanned interruption. I quickly got back to my writing while the repair man installed our new microwave. I had no idea he was coming, or I would have planned differently. Either way, I completed my first week without fail. I remember hearing this somewhere: it takes seven days to start a new habit. Regardless of the science behind that, I'm going to make it my Truth. I officially have a new habit nurturing my spirit.
Repair man gone, Morning Pages complete. I returned my brother's call from last night, which turned out to be just a pocket dial. An appreciated call nonetheless. We talked about our mom; I'll save that subject for another post. Then I asked him about these little pods that have developed on my spider plant and told him I'd send him a photo. Apparently that put me in an immediate inquisitive and playful mood.
Now, this is just a baby hanging off of the Momma plant, and you can see three of the little pods I was talking about. (See those paintbrushes in the background too? We will get to those in this journey, I promise.) Momma's sprouted about 8 babies in the last few months, maybe more. I decided despite the cold, I was going to go onto my back porch and replant Momma, as I've been wanting to for a while now.
So this is how we started: Momma and two of her older babies that I've grown in separate pots and a barren hanging pot.
And this is how we finished... with Momma planted in with her two babies for fullness, and 3 more babies being nurtured until they can grow on their own. Momma already looks happier, though I can't actually hang her because I need her to block the passage for my kitty to get off the porch....
Then there was another problem. I completely over-saturated my aloe plant without realizing it because the pot it was in was too small and I could barely get to the soil to see how moist it actually was. (Have I told you about my olive thumb yet?) So she was replanted, too. I put her in a larger pot (actually the one Momma Spider was in) along with some new soil. I surrounded her with some other plants and objects to help support her heavy limbs.
Once this still-life was set up, I couldn't help but notice the words in my head, "I get by with a little help from my friends..." (So if you're now craving a Beatles flashback click here.)
On a semi-related note:
This little bugger just makes me smile. Originally what I purchased my bamboo plant in, my mom, aunt and I did some planting and re-potting while they were visiting over Easter weekend. I was sad when we re-potted the bamboo and I had nothing to fill this amazing little elephant-pot. So my mom bought me this cactus when they visited the Botanical Garden the day I had to work. My mom has always been amazingly thoughtful like that.
So there we go. This post is a little more Slow Love Life than my usual. I needed it. I played a little today. I feel nurtured. I think this counts toward my Artist's Date, don't you think?
I have to bake a cake for a graduation party this afternoon. I don't think I'll mind playing some more at all.