Time to rest

Weaving boot camp completed.
Whew!!!  I am beat.  Another newbie weaver set loose on the world.
I love it.

Last night, I lay in bed reading, and I heard some thumping out on in the back of the house.  So I snuck downstairs with a flashlight, and shone it out on the back porch.  The culprit was a very large opossum, who was not one bit interested in me or the illumination.  He wandered around looking for more food, he had already finished the cat food, and muddied up their water.  Sydney and I watched for a bit, and he finally waddled off the porch, and I went back to my book.
I am reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, after my daughter badgered me for a  month.
And I can't wait to finish it.

One of the things I love about the studio is the morning light.
The house faces east, and as soon as the sun comes up, the whole place just glows.

On one hand, the earth can be so brutal, and on the other, its beauty is incredible.

It makes my heart sing, if you know what I mean.

It is good to have these moments, especially when the news is so horrific.  It is reassuring to feel joy in something simple and basic.

It is easy to be fearful of the unknown.
Harder sometimes to choose to be positive.
Maybe that is why I weave, because when I get immersed in the color and the texture in front of me, I forget about everything else.
Everyone copes in their own way.