It was early in the morning. I woke earlier than usual because the pain in my knees, due to an injury sustained in the garden weeks back, wouldn't let me sleep. And suddenly it was an arrow, and I imagined it spinning, like on a gameboard called Heal. And the other side too. Shelter simply became a way. This way and then that way.
I made Heal into a drawing.
I had coffee. And then another.
I did some soft yoga for my knees.
Deer walked through. (I planted hostas for them , far from the garden.)
I am pointed toward the garden now.
I will move the compost to make room for a new raised bed we will build this weekend.
The old blog is open and will remain while I extract what I need.
I am here to complete my book. This journal/blog is for that.
I am moving toward weaving and drawing for new work.
I revisited my old online classes.
I think they could become just one thing. This idea began to form as I tried to figure out how to move them from Typepad. And so I will begin, here, revisiting the lessons one by one. Make them more current. And then they will just disappear in their current form. Poof. And all will be new.
I woke up laughing, despite the pain, and that is a very good sign.