New Use of Creative Space

Our great nephew Jordan has "repurposed" the porch of our creative space. I envision the porch as a writing space for spring and fall days with a nice breeze out of the west making the Alabama humidity tolerable. Where I write prose so poignant and true, that people openly weep as they read my words.
I also see it as a stage for house concerts where touring singer songwriters bare their souls with music new and raw, and our music loving friends lounge around under our hundred year old oak trees, sipping a nice Bordeaux and saying - man, it's good to be alive!
Jilda sees it in terms of light and shadow - color and texture.
Jordan on the other hand sees it as a place where blocks of freshly sawed pine become cars, trucks and buses, with the longer pieces becoming houses, garages, and obstacle courses.
Each time he comes to visit, he says, "we need to go check the barn."
He waits patiently while we put on our shoes and then he runs down through the field as fast as his legs will carry him to the old house and barn. I choose to believe that only a magical place would have this effect on a child this young.
The love of this place is something we share. Another thing  I love about this child, is that whenever he sees Jilda and I, he gets this radient smile on his face that makes my heart soar.
We often argue - I love you more than you love me! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME! It goes on and on.
His mom finishes school until May, and then he starts pre-school in September. I'm sure we'll do babysitting duty from time to time, but the weekly Tuesday and Thursday routine will end.
Some people might think giving up two days a week to sit for a child is big sacrifice.  But I view it as a rare gift. And I think the new creative space is a perfect place to help our imaginations grow.