I had a bad pain day yesterday, so I've decided I need a 'light duty' day today. (I had massage - no it wasn't pleasant, therapeutic massage rarely is.)
It feels futile to be making plans in light of current events, but it is when people begin to feel powerless against forces which are out of control, or at least, out of *their* control, that they will give up.
But dammit I've just been through all kinds of shades of horrible and I am finally beginning to see some improvement in my quality of life and I refuse to give up, now.
I have zero idea of what will transpire in the next couple hours, never mind the coming months or years.
I cannot control anyone but myself. And I am just stubborn enough that I will not give up now.
So I have plans. I have desires. I have goals that I have set. And all of them are subject to change, given the powers that are beyond my control.
In the face of a certain segment of the population who want to destroy it all, I refuse. I will continue to make things. I will continue to try to help others, if I can.
Because if it all goes to hell in a handbasket, we - humans, that is - will need cloth. We will need to know how to make cloth. Look around you. Where does all that cloth that you see come from? It comes from looms. And we will need weavers to take up the slack once the worst comes, IF it comes.
But beyond all that? I will weave because I can. Because I love it. Because I want to share my knowledge with others.
What will I do? Dunno. I'm still in 'recovery' and I have no idea where it will plateau. So I think about the things I might do. File them away for 'later'. And wait.
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