"What is the secret to living at sea
The secret to staying afloat?"
With a heave and a ho there came from below
A wonderful gurgling sigh
"It's all about balance," whispered the whale
And shot the cork into the sky "
Cork on the Ocean by Mark Sommerset
I've been acting like a swan for the last six weeks - gracefully gliding along [I hope] but paddling furiously under the surface. My husband has taken the leap to self employment, creating a little itty bitty vacum in the budget which I am attempting to fill. That would be fine except that I seem to have retained the roles of domestic executive and main caregiver as well....sheesh!! I'm starting to look and feel a tad scary, a little bit hollow of eye and sallow of skin shall we say. I was wondering to myself and the universe why I do all the stuff I do. Then this week Lala selected "Cork on the Ocean" at the library; and my Mum rang and told me she had read in the paper 'if my dreams were too big right now I can always grow into them'.
I guess I get my answers from the some random places. Where do you get your answers?
p.s. Here's a wee picture of the cushion I started last week all finished. It ended up being 'free' rather than 'freedom' because I used up the last of my white DMC cotton and I'm being thrifty at the moment.