J'ai mal a la tete

As I rolled over to hit the snooze one last time, I see that I have seriously over slept. No sun salutations today. No long walk with Mark. Sitting up, my pounding head reminds me of the reason for such deep slumber. Did I really have a hang over? On a Wednesday? Gulping down my coffee, I curse the cheap (but tasty) Chilean wine I had last night. Ah, last night...
After dropping Dyl, Li, and Chlo off at respite, Mark went to an interview and I drove to Tulsa to get Ca from his academic meet, so I could get him to rehearsal. After getting him a veggie sub and dropping him off at the theatre, I realized I was kid free for the next hour and a half. I was pleased to find Mark at Em and Ryan's (his interview was @ Ace - where Ryan works) so we stayed to visit. The conversation was wonderful. Never a dull moment w/ Em, and she always has wine. I admit, I got carried away, especially sans avoir dine. We discussed life, theories, genetics, and creating.
Personally, I have been especially obsessed with creating, finding an outlet- I should say. I desperately want to learn to knit or paint. I'm not a good gardener, but I try. I love to bake, to draw, to write. I have four children. I am a creator.
Is it wrong to think of my children as masterpieces? Eating, breathing, shitting masterpieces? I am constantly molding, reshaping, and perfecting them. When do you know when a piece of art is finished? I think there is another Pollock quote on that. I'm not saying I take full credit for my children, but they are such a beautiful and innocent expression of life. They are me and they are Mark, but they are also them. They have their own ideas, but Mark and I provide the environment. It is fascinating, exhausting, and fufilling. Just like art.
My dream would be to serve as a "paintbrush" for Yves Klein. To actually be the vessel- to create meme sans talent- that would be amazing. Clearly, the creative process excites me.
My head is still fuzzy, my mouth still dry. But as it is Wednesday, I must work. I hope you all are having wonderful, clear headed days. The next time I'm tempted to have one too many glasses of red wine on an empty stomach, I hope I will take pause. Je vous embrasse.
~G
xXo
ps That's Davendra. He's easy on the ears. (and the eyes)