I’ve had some interesting down time.
I’ll probably block most of it from my memory as time marches on. Did I really break my ankle? What black boot? Pain? Oh it wasn’t so bad… Oh man.
Going on my eighth week of recovery, something has shifted, and not just with my ankle.
Meanwhile, as this chapter wraps up, I’m finishing up some things.
Like this painting.
It’s a work in progresss. I will say for whatever it lacks in asthetics, it functions remarkably well. Running water has changed everything.
I also got obsessed with following different crochet patterns. My friend took a class to learn how. She’s left handed and needed a little extra help. With yarn found in the attic (from G’s grandmother), and patterns from Pinterest, I retaught myself, and her. I now have something to do while icing my foot and watching Boston sports on TV. These squares have multiplied pretty quickly.
It’s been an interesting summer here.
As fall takes over the landscape, I realize that I’ve adjusted. I love my yoga studio and the community there. I love my garden. I love the trees. I love the water. I love the routine we’ve settled into. I finally get it. Our little corner of New England is charming in ways that are both obvious and in ways I never knew to look for.
I’m going to miss many things about my life here. It seems that there IS room for me to be me on this coast as well.
Peace Kit 