Hey, ap4c? You’ve got some yarn coming your way, sugar. Drop me a line with your address— I know I have it, but just in case anything has changed. Hooray!
You all have lovely ideas, and I have to say you’ve inspired me, greatly. You only get so many days, right? Interestingly enough, almost immediately after I’d asked that question we were presented with an opportunity to make a change. That’s how things happen, right? It’s funny; I originally sort of laughed this opportunity off, but it stuck with me. And stuck. And just kept sticking. Now here we are, the two of us, mulling it over and discussing it with friends. If you are one of the friends I’ve mulled with recently, thanks for the advice. I’m still shocked that we’re considering this. If you’re a friend and we haven’t mulled yet, don’t worry. It’s likely coming.
I don’t know. Who ever does? We’re chasing down the idea and seeing where it takes us. At the worst, it’s a dead end- no harm, no foul, right?
In the meantime I’m doing the same things: paring down, thinking, crafting, doing yoga, teaching folks how to meditate, working on gathering new skills. I’m taking Thai yoga massage (nuat phaen thai/ nuat phaen boran) next month; who wants to get in line to be a guinea pig? If you don’t know what Thai yoga massage is, look it up/ click on that helpful hyperlink I put up there before volunteering. I’ve talked to a few folks who had some pretty interesting/ funny/ weird ideas as to what it might be, so, you know. The best description I have for this modality is “lazy person’s yoga”, which— not 100% accurate, but pretty close. You get to wear clothes for this and everything, y’all. Come on, you know you want to let me bend you. LET ME BEND YOU. YOU WANT THIS. IT’LL BE AWESOME.
More yarn in the shop tomorrow, naturally. Maybe some fiber, too? Let’s see what I can haul out of the hut. I get really distracted by the masses of green tomatoes in the garden, frankly, and my burning desire to turn them all into pickles. I’m not patient enough to wait for them all to go red when green tomato pickles are just so damn good. There are farmer’s markets chock full of perfectly good red tomatoes but good pickled green tomatoes are hard to find, so I think I’m just going to cull our crop and focus on my priorities, which have really always been green tomatoes, friend and pickled. I need to stop lying to myself and just get it done.
Off to stretch and eat, possibly not in that order. ap4c, you know what to do. Keep being wonderful, keep dreaming big, everybody. Or small. Dream small, too. Small dream are just as beautiful, some times.