Once upon a time, a long, long, long time ago, the Hub and I attended a concert with some dear friends of ours (miraculously, they are still dear friends after all these years!). This concert was held at the State Theater in Portland, Maine. And the Big Show of the night was a band called The Bodeans. I am certain they played the song linked in the video above. I was very pregnant with our first born, Jack. He danced and swayed and moved and hiccuped right along with the music. I have often wondered if this loud concert experience in utero may have influenced his decision to pursue music as his life’s work, which, of course, he has done.
This song (above) has been rolling around in my head in the past couple of days as we have been doing quite an assortment of packing and planning, cleaning and organizing for various trips and travels and changes on the agenda for all of us.
Of course the moves to college are to be expected at this stage. Jack is into a new house with his fellow musicians and they are running hither and thither, moving their stuff into the new digs and getting settled before school starts back up for them.
Meanwhile, Madeleine and I are attempting to make some semblance of order of her worldly possessions to figure out what stays and what goes when she takes off this week for Columbus.
It feels like complete chaos. And really, it is. We have a new dog in our family (for now at least) who has some wonderful new energy due to changes in food and exercise routines. This means she’s energetically barking at odd hours (read, 4 and 5 am.) which makes for broken sleep for the humans…. Good thing she’s cute. But this is something we need to work out. Yes, chaos.In the midst of all of this chaos, Tony (aka, the Hub, my Anchor, you get the idea) and I are smelling a little waft of freedom on the air. We know we can go on an adventure and not leave the other parent in a lurch (small barking dogs, not withstanding, of course). And so, there are travel plans being made.
While Mads is off in less than a week to college, he is off on an expedition to Lake Superior shortly there after. Food must be weighed and planned. Everything very specific, as it must be carried in the boat….
As for me, not only am I looking forward to having the house to myself and the dogs for a few days, I too am scheming to hit the road and nurture the need to runaway.
As I wrote in my last post, I am going back to my beloved state of Maine to paint in September. I am cataloguing art supplies and getting what I need and counting the days to this trip. It may be a bit of a runaway, but it feels like a healthy one.
And now, just today, I have made plans with my dear friend Tina to head to Taos for a feast day at the end of September. I will get to touch base with my work out there, show a good friend the awesomeness that is New Mexico and just breathe in the ocean of sage to be had there.
Sometimes, you just have to treat yo self.
In between these two artful sojourns, I’ll be attending the Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrator’s convention in Cleveland to shop around some of my Ginger book ideas and get a little feedback. This is all a bit of a whirlwind! And yes, I suppose a bit of a runaway, avoidance behavior toward all of the changes happening here at home. Watching the last of the smalls leave the nest is indeed a momentous and emotional thing. We keep stopping in our tracks and saying to the other, ‘so, this is happening!! she’s moving out!!’ Change in truly in the air.
For this fall, for now at least, we are meeting this change with travel and a bit of adventure. Perhaps it will all slow down (or perhaps, maybe not, who knows?) eventually. We continue to follow our noses. To nurture ourselves as the kids follow their own dreams.
I think there are few wrong ways to ride this wave of seeing these adult children onto their lives ahead. The trick being that we all do the best we can to do the best we can.
(p.s. music helps. This is in my ears just now. and it makes me happy! http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/colinfarrell2)