Or perhaps I am just getting older, or it is a combination of head trauma AND age.
But my priorities have changed. My perspective is vastly different.
Some days that's ok, and other days I don't quite know what to do about it.
Mostly I find that the simplest parts of my day make me the happiest, and I find myself longing for those things.
Excessive noise, confusion, crowds, anything the least unnerving, leaves me cold.
For a long time, I was unmoved by things that had previously made me happy. I felt like I was suffering from some kind of amnesia. I would go to the studio, and feel totally at a loss about what to do next.
I think I'm getting better. I didn't know it would take so long.
Today we were weaving. L finished this rosepath rug. She's definitely got this down.
And I was making a couple of container rugs, my faves.
I remember now what I didn't like about chickens, all those years ago when I had them. They are pretty dumb, and mean to each other, for starters.
But these chicks are getting big, and feathering out, and whatever I'm doing, it must be right, because they seem happy enough.
The little "pecked" one is out with the rest, as of today. I kept her in the bird cage as long as I dared. She was lonely, and she has to make her own way. So I put Vicks on her neck, and let her go. A big yellow chick ran up to her like she was about to PECK her hard, but she must have got a whiff of Vicks, because she didn't. Then they all kind of checked her out, and apparently Vicks is a deal breaker.
For a while, she stood by herself, in the corner, and I felt sure that she was not going to make it.
But later when I went out, she was snuggled up against a big yellow chick, and as I watched, my little chick PECKED the bigger one.
I'm like, " NO NO, for GOD'S sake, don't START it. Be NICE."
Thank God they grow up quicker than children.