Change

Every now and again, I am surprised to see how long it's been since I've posted, and then I frequently ask myself if I should let this blog go, or keep on.

I started it in 2007...that's amazing.   Hard to believe I have been blogging for that long.

I have mostly loved every minute of it.  Someone might ask why........it does seem strange, sharing your thoughts and parts of your life with mostly strangers.

But over these many years, many of those strangers have become friends.  I may not have met them all in person, although some I have, but I have had conversations with them outside of my blog, and it feels like I know them.

And often, I read comments from those who say they are happy to see a new post, that they look forward to it, and that never fails to make me smile.

So here I am, again.

My blog has certainly aged, like I have.   I may not be as vibrant, or as busy, or as interesting, as I was years ago.  I honestly have no idea how many people even read it.

Then I ask myself, does it matter?

I remember a professor in college saying that he was often discouraged, looking out at his classroom, at a bunch of bored, totally uninterested, college students.......but then there was that one student in the back of the room, rapt, listening, hanging on his every word, wanting all of what he was saying.  And he said that was enough.  That one person.   That made him keep doing what he did, keep coming back.

So I guess if there is one person that I am writing to, it surely can be enough.

This has been an interesting month.   Struggling through the heat and humidity, and now suddenly the nights are cool and lovely, the AC off at night and the window open.  Sweet reprieve.

The Megado is gone.  After anguishing for the last year about that loom, I finally let it go.

I loved it.  I loved what it could do.   It amazed me at every turn.

But the truth of it was that ergonomically it did not fit my body, and every time I wove on it, my shoulder felt like it was on fire for days, then weeks, after.

I decided to list it, and let the universe decide the outcome.  And the universe did.

A lady called me from York, PA, and wanted the loom.

She and her husband came on Monday, a 6 hour trip, I oriented her that evening, to the loom, they stayed overnight, and Tuesday morning, we disassemble the loom, and it went out the door, and is now in PA.

The relief I feel is quite impressive.  I think I spent way too much time and energy trying to "make it work", because I really wanted to keep the loom.

Then I thought about how many times I have tried to "simplify" my studio, and thus, my life.  I always seem to manage to complicate it again.

So let's try this one more time. Yes?

I keep going back to that adage.......just do the best you can do every day.

I do try.

More and more in this crazy world, I am comforted by my little corner of it.

I love my house, I love my gardens.  I love this little hamlet I live in.

There is satisfaction in knowing every road, shopping 3 miles down the road.  Even though I live in a very rural area, just 3 miles away there is a grocery store, a credit union,  a gas station, a drug store, a liquor store, a dollar store, a hardware store, a Verizon store,  Subway, and the town clerk.  If I don't want to, I don't have to go far at all.

A couple more miles, there's the  library, a used furniture store that I love, my bank, and an outpatient lab.

I ask myself, what more do I need?

I have decided that as long as I am on my feet, and have my wits about me, I am staying right here, exactly where I want to be, and to be honest, where I belong.  Doing what I love, not being a burden to anyone, living my life, and letting others live theirs.  It really is a simple thing.  It's life.   And I am not going to try to manipulate it, to please anyone but myself.

Well, there, that's a morning rant.

Off to PT again today, braving the heat and the nasty air quality from the fires in Canada.

Maybe the smoke they send our way is what we deserve.

You know what they say about karma.

:)