I think it’s back. My mojo. A very wise old owl friend of mine commented recently when I was lamenting on my Facebook status that I had lost it. Daniel always knew it was there. Such faith he has! He was right! It just took a day of play at Ro’s workshop. I tried to come up with an adjective to describe my saturday in the hills, surrounded by fellow “art girls”, guided by the exquisite Mother Ro, sustained by Steve’s beautiful food, and fulfilled by the magic of colourful art play…… but how does one find the perfect word?
Ro’s first workshop at home was heaven. I had read and heard of Ro’s generosity and having met Ro way back in May I could easily understand that this woman is definately one of the “good ones”, but to actually experience her workshop by far exceeded all expectation. Not only were we fed and watered (not just one type of coffee but three, not one box of boring old teabags but about five choices of lovely herbal and “normal” teas, not one cake or plate of supermarket bikkies but a plate of home made chocolate chip bikkies, a chocolate cake and a legendary ginger cake too – the list goes on, this was just morning tea….) but we were nurtured and gently guided by a woman who was “present” throughout the entire day. Not once did I look up from my mess on the beautiful new work table (Steve again!!!) and find an empty space where the teacher should have been, not once did I look up and feel that she wasn’t interested in what we were doing. At times I would look up and there was Ro, smiling at the creative chaos around her. I felt blessed and happy, all day. Ro, thank you for letting me into your space, into your home and world. Thank you for a truly wonderful day of art play. And no, this overpouring of adulation is not too much – you go do a workshop with Ro – you’ll see!
my journal signature, finished on sunday
Sunday morning was spent in another kind of chaos…. pancake breakfast at the Nelson-Williams. I wish I’d taken more photos of the experience! I wish I’d had the camera out especially for when the house filled with smoke and it was ALMOST impossible to breathe, for when Alfie the Afgan decided he’d had enough of the smelly smoky stuff and for when we were all singing along to “Mamma Mia” at the top of our lungs with kids and adults all alike. Instead, I just have this…..
Here’s a couple of other photos from my lovely sunday with my husband….