The questions are these...
Where does art begin? How is it that this "canvas" I call blogging has emerged into such a vast, sumptuous, marvelous thing? It is part of the shimmer of me. It just happened.
In the scheme of the glorious, grand faerytale one would not think that losing the computer should equate with tragedies. It doesn't on the life and death, battle the dragon and lose level. It is not climbing the Mountain of Doom with the token of evil in your palm in order to save the innocence of the world and wondering if you will survive. No. It doesn't on the princess trapped forever in the tower level. Or well, maybe that last one could. Here is where I will tell you why, how.
After a crack of fire hit our home, we were safe. No outside damage. Just strange silence coming from a dark screen. Writings were backed up thank goodness, photos are retrievable, most likely, from my "passport" saving. But the motherboard it has been determined is completely gone. I am not sure about the vast archives of vintage images, pictures from friends, etc. until I can get what might be left of my hard drive onto a new computer. We shall see. We shall see.
I write from the library now and I do not take it for granted that I can reach you all from the beauty of this edifice. I am grateful for much.
So, here is where the Princess in the Tower emerges. It is an empty place. I try to explain this to dear friends and family, some who understand, some who kindly can't when celebrating my birthday this weekend and today. So, it made me wonder. If my canvases or drawings were lost, irretrievable would that come across as a loss, as a reason for feeling an emptiness. These art forms are part of me, these physical art forms are something I work on daily.
I do the same thing here.
It feels empty to not wake and start the day at my computer, in the hush before eight children's feet come padding my way for hugs and juice. It is my artistic muse to think about what I want to express to you, to myself, today, everyday. It is my artistic muse to visit the glimmering, stunning spirits here that fill up the little parts of the creative heart of this Mom, teacher, friend, writer and artist.
I know this is part of who I have become. I am a light-bringer and the computer is my chariot. I bring you lightness, sweetness when you feel your screen has gone dark and you do the same for me. It is brilliant magic. Magic in the highest degree. I celebrate it. I am understood by all of you. I know this. I know.
So, we will save for a new tower. I will post until then from this blessed library kingdom. Thanks for all the gladness at our home and family being safe. This is a gift to be sure.