Sometimes happiness can be
taking a day to yourself
sewing a reversible apron
and making dinner for your man.
Why is this happiness?
Second to riding a bicycle,
sewing is a form of meditation for me.
I lose myself in it,
it relaxes me,
and I feel enormously fulfilled
when I complete something
out of seemingly nothing.
Sadly, cooking does not
give me the same enjoyment,
however,
giving H a break from the kitchen
on occasion does.
And I do find it fulfilling
to make something tasty
out of seemingly random vegetables.
I miss my bicycle
in the winter.
But Minnesota has taught me,
and allowed me,
to be so much more.
As I was meditating in my studio
over Thanksgiving Holiday
and mulling in some winter frustration,
I began to see how well my life has charted itself
these last few years.
Despite the challenges,
I think perhaps this journey,
that seems to be in frustratingly slow motion,
is leading me
to a better place.
Hard to believe
during a Minnesota winter,
but possible...
Some lovely thoughts here.
