Some Things Take Time

I’m back from Alt. Design Summit.  I crept into bed during the middle of the night on Saturday.  When I awoke on Sunday morning and came downstairs it was a feeling only to be described as reentering the atmosphere after a trip to Mars.  I’m sure I’m not the only one that attended who also experienced this feeling of space flight.

Being away from the family for four days takes a lot of adjustment on everyone’s part.  The kids finally get comfortable with the routines of their dad and grandmother taking care of them and not having Mom to rely on for every whim and desire.  And then, just like that, Mom is back.  I also hear they are always such good listeners and super helpful while I’m gone.  Hmm, I wonder what that’s about?  I’ll have to have a one on one chat with my mother-in-law.  Maybe it’s some secret spell from the good ole’ days that I need to be briefed on.

The conference was as amazing as I’d hoped it would be and I came away with a feeling of awe, inspiration and sense of being a bit smarter.  I met incredible women (and men too), saw beauty in so many forms and connected with a few friends I’ve made over the past year.

Then, there was the whole business of cards!  Business Cards that is.  Oh, so many.  So many great ones to ogle, touch, share, want and keep.  Check out Kirtsy and get an eye full.  It will make you want to up your card game, I’m sure of it.  My favorites were the letterpress, of course.

Something else I was keenly aware of was a reoccurring theme happening around me just before and during my trip.  Honeybees.  They kept popping up all around me in every form imaginable.  From an urging to take a Beekeeping Class the Sunday before, to working with an editor on writing a story about them.  My sponsor gifts had quite an obvious telling as you can see from above.  Bees, lots of bees.  The swag, as it’s called, was mostly from artists and crafters and what you got was by chance and varied. By chance?  Really?  It started to freak me out a bit after randomly switching a box with someone because I liked the color scheme better.  I ended up getting a bee card and she got bikes.  This happened a few times and not always because I switched my choice.  Creepy right?  Or something bigger?

I’m going to get all “hirashashami” (a term my mom made up joking about karma and such) and take it as a sign from my father to pursue this path of writing and living with these creatures.  Some things take time but I think it’s been long enough.  I’m ready to start healing and move forward now, while keeping him present in my life.  Even if only in spirit.

Alt. was an experience I know with each year will only get better and what a wonderful start I’ve had already!

Live Well

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