Weeks like that, I find myself fighting the tendency to enter melancholy. To want to sink deeply under the bed-quilts and sleep. To be nowhere, see no-one, say nothing. It was a tight-rope act to dust off my Public Face when required to keep my commitments. As Jude commented recently, to others -- and even to oneself -- one's sadness may seem selfish. In our culture, it seems important to conceal it, to re-direct it...but sometimes, it seems to me better to let it run its course. That means that yes, there is a limit to it which, if gone beyond, can be a sign of ill health, but which, if kept, allows the feelings to be gentled out, and joy to return.
Still and all, I didn't sleep away those days when I had no obligations. I worked in my studio, and on my studio. I managed my first two Module 6 assignments in the C&G, and I re-arranged my sewing table so I can work on larger projects more easily, with the table now in the "L" of a corner, backed by a wall. I knit several more inches on the Dr. Who Scarf, made three red-and-white pieced blocks for my Secret Project, and caught up with reading and my TAST block for Week 12-plus-a-break.
Reassured by Robert Genn, I return to my studio...Craft on, Dear Readers...craft on.
Just catching up. Glad you are okay after the dog attack - just hearing about it scares me.
My friend, Tom Crum, whom I worked with all these years, had a saying to honor our emotions but operate out of our vision. Sounds like that was what you were doing this week.
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