If all had gone according to plan, I would have woken up in NYC this morning, teaching a class on vulnerability and creativity for the House of Margot Blair's Creative Workshop. For several reasons it was postponed.
So I have a credit to my Southwest Airlines account and I woke up exactly where I was supposed to be...
The smaller of 2 windows in this room is just above our heads and the cool air cascades over the window sill onto us. This is uncharacteristically cool for an Austin summer, so much so I forget I am waking up in a hot-as-hell Texas summer with the air conditioning-like feel pouring over us. The only way I know the window is indeed open is the birds. Oh those swallows we've befriended over the last 6 months.
I've been renting out a room from a local food blogger since December. It's been an interesting last 6 months and I'm grateful for the home she has opened to Emiliana and I. Before I arrived in the north Austin area (I've always been a south Austin gal) after moving from a 2400 square foot home, I gave almost every household item I owned away, to Goodwill or family and then the whole wardrobe thing... another blog post. Another day. Between giving 80% of my clothes away and not buying any new items for almost another 6 months... Yeah. This. I speak so lightly on matters that have transformed the very core of who I am over the last year and a half. Another blog post. Another day.
This morning I lay next to my sick baby, grateful for the wisdom of my older sis who is always a phone call away. With only my belongings in this home being the ones that are in my room or packed away in boxes in the garage, I've spent the last 36 hrs holed up inside-giving sips of water to the little darling, brushing the hair off of her warm face, reading books about Ten Apples Up on Top and I am reminded how much I love to be her Mommy.
I have 3 weeks remaining in this room. I don't know where I'm going next. I have a book and a publication and a cookbook with my sisters in the works and ideas, so many ideas about starting a "We are Creators" campaign and bringing pianos to the parks of Austin as a more permanent exhibit. [If you have any interest in collaborating on any of these thoughts, do connect! :]
But all I want to do in this moment as Emiliana lays sleeping next to me, is stay. Here. Next to her as she heals.
So I'm grateful. This morning I am so grateful that even though today I won't make a dime, I am laying next to Emiliana Rae, my sunshine. Tuesdays are Mommy days. Good morning world.