I'd be lying if I said that recent events haven't left me feeling a little blue. Not in an 'off to top myself' kind of way, more just an ache, a residual sadness.
Feeling like this doesn't concern me anymore, neither does admitting to it. In the past I would have run a thousand miles before making such a confession. Why, I am not sure, afterall sadness is a part of the human continuum like any other emotion. Shunning it just sends it underground which is when things start to get ugly.
These days when I feel a little blue I like to sit with it, watch it, make my peace with it. Beyond any other learning in my adult life this lesson has been the most profound. Do I sound like a self help manual? Let's just say Anthony Robbins has nothing on me.
What I really wanted to talk about was a lovely project Leah has organised for a bunch of women to have their merry way with a set of Russian teatowels. And I'm big on teatowels as you might know.
I've decided that in light of all that has happened, my project would revolve around my garden.
life lived/life lost/love/loss/renewal
I've cut the linen into 16 pieces, each of which will be dyed using only what comes from my backyard. I'll show you the results of my first attempt tomorrow, but for now, here's a few hints: