Carrying a Small Notebook...

Well.

I spent most of my time seated in front of my computer Saturday and Sunday (although, I did take a small pause to go to the Bluegrass Festival downtown with my maestro and lunch and a movie with DaNece) party hopping through the magical realm of Mad Tea Parties in the blogosphere...I clapped my hands excitedly more times than I can count while squirming around on the couch with delight, and found myself tearing up at the end of the day when it all of a sudden dawned on me how lucky I am to be part of such a creative world of people. It's an amazing thing to behold every one's different interpretations of a Mad Tea Party...how much thought and time went in to each person whom participated...and finally how many of us are looking for the magic. No matter what is happening in the world, we're searching for the spaces in between to let the magic slip through again...and I for one I am proud to be a part of such a thing.

I mean, of course one could argue that maybe I was crashing from all the virtual sugary treats I consumed (and you can bet I snatched up some really wonderful looking vegan recipes and was sure to bookmark them) and perhaps the real reason that my eyes were gummy and tired was only from sitting in front of a computer screen, thus creating the fated tears...but, I think we all know it was a little more than that. The chance to remember the magic touches me in a very deep part of myself...and one that I've often hidden from the rest of the world out of a bizarre necessity.

But, I think that's about to change and take on a whole different shape.

You can believe we're all taking a huge bow over here at Foolsewoode...and I, for one, am eternally grateful, somewhat surprised and happily overwhelmed at the response to The Mad Tea Party post. Thank you one and all for stopping by to chime in. Having established a small presence in the blog world over two years ago...I am thrilled to have had so many people stop by and feel compelled to comment on a post.

That being said...

I would feel pretty confident in the assumption that the more creative I am, the more fun it is here at Foolsewoode for everyone (I know I'm happier the more I create...and I've gotten more than a few epiphanies from doing this project) So. This may just start a new direction for me...as I've been sitting here both delighted at your response and a bit terrified at what my next step is going to be...and however am I going to top myself?

Well, creatively speaking...I've done it before, and I'll probably do it again...I find that whenever I create, I totally and completely surprise myself (mostly) in the end. And, would you believe that I already have ideas for at least four more photo shoots dancing around in my head? (and have started to think that I may take to carrying a small notebook with me wherever I go, or maybe even a tape recorder...because that would be so much more supersecretspy!)

I happen to think that I come from an incredible family full of some of the most creative people I've ever met, and I am constantly challenged to try and keep up with them. While talking to my mother, and the ultimate prop master, yesterday (who excitedly chimed in with her willingness to help) my excitement was renewed once again. I suddenly realized that am surrounded with people that are encouraging me and supporting my creativity...which in turn makes me want to pull them in and put their talents to use...

Whoa. I have a team. I have people. And I'm here to tell you my people are good.

Very good.

I think we'll have to wait and see what I and my people will come up with next...and I'm always open to suggestions!

And as my dear friend Arthur commented to me last night, "It looks as if the old Sadira is back...in a big way!" and unless he was commenting on the size of my tush...I would like to take this opportunity to say...

Finally.

I think I'll write that at the top of the notebook...
(photo credit goes to Rich Charpentier)