(Before it went up)
I have hung some borrowed art up on the walls of my room, and a mobile hangs from the ceiling, paper pieces sit above the doorway, watercolors tacked up, reminding me to look at things, to look for things. The eyes must enjoy what they see, and the ears should be occasionally filled with music. Then, there should be some silence, also.
Rhys and I will paint the wall where his bed goes. It will be the first time I have ever engaged in a collaborative art project with a toddler. We shall see what we are able to do together.
I will move pieces in and out, to keep my eyes alive.
That is the trick, I think, a series of pleasant diversions.
Perhaps it is no trick at all.
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