Weekends and it’s time to let go a little. My weekdays are lost in a whirlwind of rushing between to dos, chores and tasks. Although I take the time to visit my “islands” throughout the day, I realize it’s hard to really relax the mind entirely. I am constantly checking and re-checking making sure I am on top of my list. I could not imagine it any other way, really. It’s me, it’s what makes me tick. The surplus energy I have drives me through the day.
My dad always says that I “steal time”. Steal time from a packed day to do things that relax me. I call them “islands” that I integrate throughout the day when doing chores or working on projects.
Change.
It looks like such an elementary word written on a blank piece of paper. As my cursor blinked at the end of the word however, I realized the substantial weight change actually carries. We are never quite easy accepting a change in our lives, after all it means stepping out of a comfort zone, perhaps one we have known and accepted for all of our lives. Even if the change is one that is sought for and aspired towards, it still means taking a risk, grabbing an opportunity and doing it differently. Changes can be frightening, intimidating and compelling. Changes can also be refreshing, challenging and innovative.
“You really came all the way from New York for Plate to Page?”
With a look of inconceivable marvel on his face, my husband asked this question on the last evening of what became known as the WORKshop: where the work was put back into workshop!
Mention pasta and one envisages a sturdy nonna shaping and kneading dough for fresh ravioli in a rustic kitchen. She dusts the well used kitchen countertop with flour, rolling, kneading and filling the pliable dough. However, if I were to tell you that Germans can make pretty incredible pasta too would you believe me?
We’ll always have Weimar. It was surreal and I am still collecting and ordering my thoughts for the weekend gone. Plate to Page came and with a click of the camera button and a stroke of a pen it disappeared. The four of us - Ilva, Jeanne, Jamie and I, had had this vision for a long time and after almost a year in planning, organizing, fretting and frustrations, I think it would be safe to say the first Plate to Page Workshop in Weimar was an amazing event.
I think I need a clone; actually, I would like to order 5, at least. And while I am on the wish-upon-an-unreasonable-star, I’d like to put in a request for a 72-hour day. Minutes slip through my hands like the sand of the hourglass flows into the glass bulb. Trying to hold on to it is pointless, I know that but I’d just like to be able to double the minute to last longer.
