nothing like a little semi-nude photography to get the evening started with a bang. :)
i had the day off and i spent it almost entirely in bed crocheting. it's been wonderful. no make-up, no schedule, no other agenda other than art-making. days like this remind me of the goodness of my life and to be thankful for the wide-open freedom it contains. this type of devotion - the slow progress of hand-made textiles - is a luxury. it requires an expanse of time most people seem not to have or to not allow themselves even if they do. there are lawns to be mowed and cars to be washed and another trip to the grocery store. there is always something that must be tended to. weekends lose their glamour easily. and then there's that awful fatigue that finds us all from time to time... that feeling that the effort simply isn't worth it, that what we have to say is stupid and that our loves (and lives) are somehow Lesser Than. but not today. today i was able to relish this moment of calm methodology. i twisted the yarn around the hook and lost myself in the rhythm of the pattern. i let my mind wander. i let myself dream. i let myself enjoy this quietude. i've needed it. there's so much to process. especially since the trip.
in less than 2 weeks i'll be 33. my jesus birthday is here. it's so strange to think of my age. i feel like no age really fits. what does it mean to feel a certain age? no number seems to hold some sort of unnameable secret, nor does it belie any type of truth about an individual. still, it does seem to ring true that the 30s are an era in which an individual truly does come in to their own. at least it has been for me thus far. the loop of time gets me thinking about my life and where i want to take this next year of my existence. it's the ritual of growth, i suppose: another season opens, another season closes. i re-read certain entries in the diary. i leaf through the record of this wild, unimaginably good year and marvel at how different my life is; there is hardly any resemblance between my life now and what it was 2 years ago. for my birthday last year, i took myself to new york for the very first time. that trip set in motion an entire wealth of changes, an entirely new outlook on life and a desire to live it as fully as possible, as true to myself as possible. in the year that has elapsed since, i've been to new york four times and managed to take myself to europe. it doesn't seem possible! it seems like someone else's life i'm talking about here! it amazes me that I got to do these things and pursue this path! i'm still processing the effects and meaning of Travel. i'm not even sure how to write about it yet... it instantly changes a person. i'm trying to settle back in to my life here in california but i don't want to somehow obscure the changes that have taken place within me. rather, i'm trying to find a site of stillness, some sort of silence that will allow these changes to rise to the surface of my being and blossom.
while i was gone, i thought of the next blanket i would make. i'm glad to be working on it now.
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