They make me happy.
I was told a few times, that my aching head was talking, that I should not make any wild decisions while I was in the midst of the headache from hell.
Of course, I didn't listen.
I had a headache.
Then, last week, Theresa of Runamuck Weaving put it this way. I guess I was 'ready' to hear it.
"It's like your own little red wagon. You can work part time, make that fewer days per week or do it seasonally. Why not allow summers for travel and fall for retreats and hunker down and weave in winter, part or full time. To every thing a season and all that and you're the bus driver."
I'M THE BUS DRIVER.
HA! WHO KNEW???
Today L and I played hookey, and did some unplanned touring, which in my opinion is the best kind.
I feel a sense of freedom I haven't felt in a long time.
I am not caretaking my mother any more.
I am hopeful that my head is going to heal.
I am done with surgery. Please.
I feel like a kid.
Life is good.
The Adirondacks rock.
The future is like a blank chalkboard.
I want to draw all over it.
I am so grateful for the strength I have been given, that got me through these last two years.
Grateful for the family that picks on me, loves me, stands by me, no matter what.
Ever thankful for the friends who weave with me, walk with me, ride back roads with me.
Have my back.
Something is happening in my head. I dream incredible dreams night after night, melding the past and the present.
I feel something shifting, and I think it's good.
Places like this make me wish winter weren't coming so soon.
But in the words of Albert Camus:
"In the midst of winter, I found there was, in me, an invincible summer."