My two girls. Sporting the hats that Mimi made them. Cousins, one year apart, but oh, how they love each other. It's amazing, and makes my heart sing. Gabby. Ava.
What a gift they are.
Usually, I am gearing up right now for the Christmas in the Country event, which always happens the first weekend in December. It is an OPEN HOUSE, and about 12-13 people participate. Only a couple, like me, are open year round. Most of the participants decorate and open their homes to sell their handcrafted wares.
I opted out this year, to everyone's amazement. I didn't want to be obligated to it, committed, and worrying about not being able to do it justice.
Instead, I said, the studio will just be "OPEN", to whomever drops in. No pressure, no stress.
I will make some Greek Honey cookies, because that is a Christmas tradition, and I will just be there weaving, or knitting, drinking tea.
If I have a couple of these mobius shawls done by then, terrific. But if not, that's ok, too.
How ya' liking this new, laid back me???
No, I am not smoking anything.
I am just accepting of everything in this life I am living.
I was made aware of the importance of gratitude about 20 years ago, when I found Al Anon.
I found it amazing that I had never really paid enough attention to it.
Now, of course, it takes on even a more poignant meaning to me.
Sometimes, when I am sitting in the sunny upstairs landing, weaving at this loom, I could cry.
With joy, that I can still do this. I can still weave, from the beginning process of warping the loom, to throwing the shuttle and watching the fabric appear.
And I can still do it well.
What a gift.
It's not all roses though.
Some mornings, like this one, I wake up and think my head is exploding.
I move slow.
I take my time.
I eat quickly so I can take Motrin.
And I wait, hopefully, for some relief.
Is this my life, forever??
Will I always be fighting this headache, and always be living this pain?
Will I ever feel normal again? Will I ever EVER have a day without a headache?
Then another voice, other than mine spewing forth worry and doom, is whispering in my ear.
Your life may change a dozen more times. TODAY, this day, headache or not, is YOURS.
Make the best of it.
The very BEST. OF. IT.
Get over yourself.
You see those clouds?? They are dark, LOOMING, full of potential storminess.
But like me, I bet what you really find yourself looking at, is the sun, the light, the promise that it will break through and light up your world.
Am I right?