out of the fog

This morning the fog lifts slowly to reveal the long mountain ridge a little at a time. For the last hour I have been listening and sitting with Chopra meditations of the last three days. And now, all of a sudden I want to write here, on the blog, not in my journal. It is as if I want to say, " hello, again, i am here!"  You may notice that I have not posted for months, as in four months. In addition to my absence here, I have nothing written in my journal since May, well maybe a short paragraph here and there but nothing like the journal writing I have been so faithful to since January 1997. I just got to the point where I could not write. Nothing was there, that well I was so used to was dry. Perhaps months and months of not being able to walk or drive, months and months of pain in my shins, months and months alone just watching netflix movies or the daily activity outside my glass office doors dried up that well.

Then in May yarn tied me to the creative source, and I have been off and running, following the textures and colors where ever they take me. I weave on small, or now larger, cardboard or foam board. I pick up a thread and all of a sudden I am transformed, taken, led into another world. The flow is mine to follow and enjoy. My heart races and I have to remind myself to just be in the moment because the yarn takes me like a stick on a racing stream. I feel full and rich, grateful and filled with wonder. And I can't get enough of this experience. I wake thinking, "what time do I get to start weaving today? what must i do before i can get to the yarn board?" And then I start moving, washing dishes, walking our dog [yes, I CAN walk a dog now!], doing the laundry. . . all to get to my new work, ahhh, play!, weaving and knitting!

Yet, today as I begin a five day weaving retreat alone in the mountain house, I want to write and so I do, and it feels as though I will again. This post is a way to welcome me back, and you. The white fog has settled again in in the short time I have been writing. And that is fine with me.  Plenty of red, purple and white yarn awaits me in that magical space of co-creation.