Well, I am six months pregnant now and loving every second of it. I have a stack ten high of baby, parenting and pregnancy books and feel that I must spend every spare moment learning something about this little lady inside of me. But then I got hooked by an excerpt in the latest Rolling Stone mag – Patti Smith’s new book, “Just Kids”, about her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe. I ran right out and bought the book. What a fabulous read. It is so satisfying to read a great artist’s recollections of her youth, of her first creative stirrings. So many beautiful and hideous skeletons, so much providence and magic. I am inspired by the story of Patti and Robert, and it makes me cherish my own memories, journey, transgressions and achievements. So many stories I’d like to tell, but hesitate for fear of who they might expose, embarass, upstage. All in good time. I have faith there is time for everything.
Right now is the time for creating my own flesh and blood, and I have never felt clearer or more alive. I like to think of this little kicking, dancing, flipping creature as my greatest masterpiece.
I believe that when live our lives truly alive, and engaged, and aware, then we realize that everything we do is art. And yes–babies are masterpieces.