Source: The fallen – Amy Meissner, textile artist (you’re supposed to click it 😉 )
Wouldn’t it be interesting if “everybody” took action on just a few little things like refusing straws in your drinks and telling out loud every time why. The cashier will hear you, the people in line will hear you, eventually one or two might listen and spread the word.
Movements don’t have to be big, just persistent.
“Replace fear of the unknown with curiosity.” -Danny Gokey (?)
Another month has unfolded and about to run out, with hopes of the next one being gentler for sitting tasks and skinny cold fingers. I’m being flooded with opportunities to practice what I spoke of recently, oiling the door between the brain studio and the public lounge out front. Such as unexpected financial changes looming, a little kitty with patella issues, wacky hormones with the accompanying pains and other bodily distractions. All designed to steer my focus away from “the work”; Godzilla anxiety vs. Wonderwoman calm and joy.
I’m having a bit of a hard time dislodging myself from the woodstove recently. Unless it’s a really sunny quiet day the windows don’t let in enough warmth yet, and if I’m not moving around a lot I’m like a lizard, sluggish unless heated from the outside.
Something to ponder while my herniated disc takes a break from rug weaving. 30% in now, hope to make it to 50 this week (I had been aiming at done, but forget it). And then I won’t attempt full width again anytime soon.
I’m far enough into my moving process that I could actually relax and get started on some projects; still bits and pieces to sort onto the right shelves, the big loom and all its reeds and sticks are still in the house waiting for weft, a few things to be wiped for dust, then moved from the hayloft into my hopefully cleaner storage balconies.
