I was trying to figure out what was bothering me tonight.
Then it came to me.
I am tired out with all the misery in the world.
The newspapers, the internet, the radio, the 6 o'clock news.
Sorry if my photos don't match my blather. This is what sustains me.
This place, these looms, all the color, it keeps me from taking the bridge.
It makes me wonder if the world was always such an awful place. I fear that it was. We just didn't have the means to find out about it all.
I can't take harsh words, bad moods, shows of temper. I have no tolerance for pettiness, selfishness, nonsense.
Give me a sunny window, and my loom.
The beater hitting the fell line, packing in the fabric. Weaving the afternoon away. Zoning out.
It just doesn't get any better for me.
I know that no matter what else happens in my life, I am blessed to have this amazing place to work in, and the opportunity to weave my passion.
But sometimes, life is hard, right Syd??
I see you, Syd.
Don't touch my tea, girl. That WOULD be bad news.