In the space between running an errand that took me to Manayunk and preparing for my class tomorrow at The Ink Pad, I found a 30 minute space for a cappucino and Philadelphia Stories. Resting my back because, naturally, this is a good week to have my back acting up.
The spaces between. Between putting together class kits, crocheting more white vessels to be dipped in dye. Between thinking, writing, researching, sketching, the odd bit of sewing and the sitting on ice pack. Negative space is a positive thing. The thought of happy students making art on Saturday pushes me on. And the man who is dropping everything to chauffeur me and my big bag to NYC because the train is out of the question right now. And I do love the train but am counting (again) my blessings.
Good weekend everyone. I'll see some of you tomorrow where real live hugs can be exchanged.