Chris and his wife have just sold their house and everything in it save for beloved kids' toys, and bought a magnificent red sailboat with a berth for every kid and a home theater. Always home schooled by certified elementary school teacher Em, they will now learn aboard with the world as their classroom. The kids have never been happier or more excited, and my brother seems to be himself again - a true, sweet, fabulous, interesting incarnation of him that I have only glimpsed but not seen in a very, very long time. Bad things have happened for him, and he is back from it all and pursuing his lifelong dream. His heart has been sailing for as long as I can remember, and it strikes me that while I am a nester, a writer, a crafter, having wanted a home of my own for as long as I can remember, he has been wishing just as hard for this. And yet we are so much alike, and so much a product of the youthful 60's idealism of our groovy mom who said that kindness, art, and happiness are all that need matter - a simple idealism that seems to hardly exist anymore.
I have new fabric flowers in my shop, pinned on my favorite dress and on half made purses in my studio, and am making paper terrariums in old jam jars, all unfinished as I make my living as a freelance writer and wonder when I will really finish my novel and do what I was put on earth to do, fully and completely as Chris and the crew of five do just that and prepare to set sail. I love you and I am proud of you all. Pig.
