VIRB

I've felt like I'm hiding lately. I want to hide away in the house with a cup of tea and a story, my paints, my guitar and let everything else melt away for a while. I know that's not always good for me, because I get like that and then realize I am hiding from friends, family, and responsibilities that aren't as scary as I make them out to be in my mind.

*aaahh* silence - could little bear actually be sleeping? He is fighting his naps with a sword and a furrowed brow, and a pout that would both melt your heart and anger it. He's changing, and I'm trying to just go with it, and most days its good. Some days being a mother is tiring.

Kevin's mum is taking us to the beach this weekend - I can't wait to walk the shores in the cold weather. When we were kids my parents would take me and my sisters up to Crombie beach in Scotland, and I don't remember a single warm day there. It was always cold, rough and wonderful. We'd walk the stone pier and play pirates, and stab old washed up smelly jellyfish with sticks, our mouths screwed in disgust and delight. I look forward to when Jonah is older and can really enjoy the huge expanse of sand and water and wind and wildness that is the beach in winter. I'm taking my camera this weekend, so I hope for some good shots. and some good rest...