I’ve sunk down through Out of Sorts, nestled into my grief, and given the unsettling sadness a big hug like an old friend.
I have found another gear that I didn’t know existed.
In this extra month between the unsuccessful trip to the hospital and the rearranged one in twelve days time, I have “let go”. I’ve not been to the studio other than to drop things off and pick things up. I have added to the selection of books and have finished off two more that were on the pile.
Before there was a bit of a desperate frantic edge to my collecting of things at home for my post-surgery occupational therapy. But I seem to have found another gear – an extra layer of calm acceptance…
Over the last few days of beautiful weather I have sat in the garden. It’s been between 18° and 21°… perfect for me… I’ve pottered about, listened to birds, potted on seedlings and hung out washing.
In the house I’ve not bothered much about housework but I have tidied up my pile of post op activities and actually started doing them! Knitting and sewing mainly. Repairing clothes, and reconfiguring a vintage patchwork generously given to me by Kate following her Big Sort Out. I’ve not touched my sketch book though, curiously.
I think… maybe… I’m on holiday?
