As you know, I have been somewhat under the weather for the last 6 months. I try to stay productive, and some days I do, and other days, it's a bust.
Meanwhile, L plugs away at the studio. Thank you God.
But there's more.
She is truly becoming a fiber enthusiast, as well as a weaver, in her own right.
And that my friends, is priceless.
Here are a couple of things she surprised me with the other day.
First, her seascape.
(not the greatest photo I've ever taken)
And next, my fave, which I call......Black and White, OR " it IS what is IS".
It is very exciting to me, that her interest in weaving has inspired her to EXPLORE. That is the sign of a true love for weaving.
On the other hand, there are those who are truly lounging, without one thought about all the work to be done.
Miss Puss is probably the bitchiest cat you will ever meet.
But somehow, she has endeared herself to us, L and I.
We love her, attitude and all.
Today, I felt like this. I wanted to cover my eyes, and forget everything.
I wanted to forget that my poor DH is anguishing in Florida, with his only brother on a ventilator.
I definitely want to block out this doctor who is putting needles in my back and neck, asking questions/questions/questions, while my head feels like it is about to explode.
"How much does your back hurt HERE? And HERE. And HERE?"
"IT'S MY HEAD, MY HEAD, MY HEAD."
I want to think only of good things. Stuff that will crowd out everything unpleasant.
Loons on a wilderness pond.
That new warp I wound this morning, turquoise, greens and clay...... for more towels on my little Leclerc loom set up in my living room.
The "needs to be rescued" loom I found on Craig's list, for $75, that I plan on refurbishing (if it works out) with a production wheel!!!
I want my brain to be overloaded. But with good stuff.
Vacation. Maine. Chowda. Baseball. Red Sox. Hiking. Adirondacks. Good books. Guitar solos.
Sweet grandkids. My next scrabble move. Colors. Textures.
Propelling my kayak through serene waters.
A steaming cuppa tea. A morning walk between the river and the canal.
Next coming out to greet me when I pull into the studio, rolling over on his back so I can scratch his belly.
Having Tammy come over to vacuum for me, so my head doesn't fall off from bending over that long.
And less I forget.....L vacuuming the studio.
I know that I can't keep the 'real world' at bay forever.
I can try though.
I am praying for my headache to recede, so I can weave for the next two days uninterrupted, and hopefully, inspired.
What good thoughts work for you?