Awake in the Nest

It's official...nesting instincts have kicked in, and the early morning rise has begun. It's 4 am and I can't fall back asleep again. I have tossed and turned and meditated, and finally I relinquish to the fact that even though it is dusk outside and the streetlamps are still lit, all indicators that sleeping hours are still upon me, I am wide awake!

My boys are asleep, my husband is snoring, my dogs are snoozing, and one car has driven down my street, which is curious. In Santa Fe no car would be coming down those red earthen roads except perhaps my husband’s in route to catch a flight in Albuquerque with the moon still out. This time two years ago on this day, the 26th of February I awoke in labor in Beverly, MA with our delightful third son. I was looking at his birth pictures last night and that rush of relief when he was placed on my chest after a few hours of pushing came over me all over again. I am getting excited for that feeling again. It's the birthday of Johnny Cash too, who I think is a creative genius and whom I hope shares some of his spirit with my son born on this day. Goofy thought maybe, but...

Sweet relief, moments after birth, two years ago today.

 L., our second son, just coughed in the other room and it sounds like the croup. He used to get that all the time as a babe.  I hope it is not.

As part of my nesting I feel this urgency to decorate our home, to really make it ours. I don't want to run out and buy the things I want to create one of a kind originals like this. Don't fret I will not start making felted creations as promised. But I do feel the need to create and inspire my space. Perhaps this is what I will begin doing when the rooster crows at 4 am and sleep is nowhere to be found for me.