I'm home. Tired, sun-burned, mosquito bitten but full of good memories and ideas to ponder. I missed writing this blog and processing my thoughts. The first couple of mornings I was up long before the children and sat in the morning sun with coffee and pain au chocolat and my morning pages notebook, a leftover from The Artists Way and mulled. I even thought I might just write out posts and type them all in when I got home. It didn't last and soon the children were getting up with, or even before me - not a moment to think!
It was good to be around other Home Edders, not just the mothers, and it is mostly mothers, but also the young people. To see them all together, socialising, learning, playing just like normal children! But I would say there was a subtle difference. Now, I don't know much about fashion and what's hot on the street, but I would say there was a refreshing non-comformity about the young people, even when they chose to wear a uniform. What do I mean by uniform? A lovely group of girls on our "street" were all wearing items of tie-dyed orange. Eye-catching, bright, funky, distinctive and it marked them out as a group. I would guess, although I didn't ask, that maybe they didn't all like orange, perhaps they wouldn't choose it as a colour on its own merit, but they belonged together as a group of friends and they wanted to express this. They could choose not to wear the colour, they could choose a skirt or a t-shirt or shorts, they could wear it how they liked and they looked good. It said they belonged, and they did, because they chose to. I liked it.
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