Out of the Fog

I'm out of the fog. I'd say "finally," but this one didn't last too long. It lasted until just after lunch today.


Maybe it was finally being back into a manageable routine.
Maybe it was the breath-holding contest two of my boys got into.
Maybe it was the fact that we got to go outside today despite the threatened rain.
Maybe it was that I heard the Doobie Brothers' "Blackwater" not once, but twice on the radio today.

But I really think it was this:


I made this little precious for my Bible study group. I haven't made or crafted anything in quite some time. I've got a dining room full of stuff all scattered and unorganized because I'm waiting until I have some free time to turn it into a studio. Of course, I have little-to-no free time as of late, so I've gotten nothing creative accomplished.


I took a long time to recognize that I was in any way creative. Since I did, there was no turning back. I recognized it, am nurturing it, and now, if I don't get enough time to explore this creativity, I feel stifled and cloudy and fussy. Who knew it would turn out this way?


Of course, this makes my living room look like this:

This clean up is for another night.