This is the walkway I used to walk in the 'before times'. I would turn the corner and there would be the row of rose bushes, burdened with blossoms. A sight for sore eyes - and soul - every time. Gone now, but never forgotten. A memory I cling to as the world wobbles.
I'm almost done the current warp and have almost finished fine tuning the next. Truth be told, the threading is ready, but I'm not. The past couple of days have been taken up with personal maintenance, with most questions still unanswered.
Turns out healthcare is much the same as weaving: it depends. Turns out we are, almost all of us, 'special snowflakes' and much of trying to cure dis-ease (spelled that way on purpose) is a matter of knowing what is expected, and figuring out why a certain person isn't responding the way everyone expects.
And some of us present more challenging, shall I say, puzzles so it takes a while to figure it all out. If it ever gets figured out.
What I am coming to learn is that the human body is a minor, maybe even a major, case of miracles on two legs. The complex systems that keep a human being up and mobile (so to speak) are opaque and sometimes care and diligence are required to figure out what a particular person requires to become 'balanced' and functioning - I won't say 'healed', although sometimes that happens, too.
In the meantime, I'm told to reduce stress, while the world burns, quite literally in far too many places, or goes quietly - or not so quietly - bonkers.
There is a meme saying (I paraphrase) my desire to remain informed is at odds with my desire to stay sane.
So I return to the studio and loom to do nothing at all earth shaking or important - weave tea towels.
The act of creativity becomes a rebellion. To bring some positive energy to this world in spite of the people who are determined to rip it all up, burn it all down. They want people like me to despair. To give up. To give in. To be complicit in advance.
I refuse.
My mother used to accuse me of being bull-dog stubborn. She was not wrong.
Canada remains under threat of the loose cannon south of our border. We have our own home grown maple maga, and I will refuse to comply with them, to the best of my ability, and refuse to agree to be annexed.
I have no idea what will happen, or when. In the meantime, #elbowsUp and #never51. So I'm going to head to the loom and at least get one session at the loom done today, before it is time to leave for the dentist when I'll be propped upside down (so to speak) for at least an hour. When I fell and did the faceplant last August 28, my jaw got shoved out of alignment and the swelling took months to come down so that my lower teeth would go back to where they belonged. In the process three of my teeth were damaged. Today is the day and I get the other two fixed. Oh yay? OTOH, I now qualify for the new federal dental plan. I have no idea how much that will cover the cost of the repairs, but I'll take whatever it amounts to. This year has been exceedingly 'expensive', what with one thing and another.
My sale continues until midnight July 9, 2025 (Pacific Time).
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