Its occurred to me that no one is out there anymore. That I could be whispering (or screaming) into a void and there wouldn't even be an echo.
So let's just cut through the intervening (holy wow, its been nearly a YEAR) and say -
I just got back from India:
I spent three months there, doing various things (including sewing and knitting) but barely taking pictures. So that picture up there is just to ... you know, grab your interest. Although its really one of my pictures, and I really was there...
Three months is a very, very long time to be away. And since I've been back, I've been struggling to find a balance, a happy medium, between where I was and where I am now. Which is a situation most of us find ourselves in, from time to time. In this case, the intense contrast is like getting hit by a train - nothing subtle or gently revelatory about it. It's more like - BOOM! - wake up time.
Which is what brings me back here, to the blog. I was in a place like this:
And I come home to the land of too much. Too much wool, too much fabric. And the contrast is paralyzing and stupefying and life altering, in so many ways. Rather than sit on my couch and be paralyzed, which is basically where I've been for the past month, I thought I'd do something about it.
I'm thinking (I can say this because no one is listening, right?) that maybe I'll try to work my way through things here. Literal things, not metaphorical things. As in, wade through the see of fiber, wool and cotton, stringlike or quiltable, that surround me. And maybe working through those physical, literal things will also help me work through the metaphorical, existential things that have been overwhelming me as well.