It's Like Riding a Bike

Today I put a thimble in my finger again. It's been more than 10 months since I last sewed, and I wondered, would I ever want to do it again?

I didn't pressure myself.

I enjoyed the sun, the beach, dinners with friends and late nights in courtyards where the bourbon flowed and friends were easy. But it got cold last week. Not fall cold but winter cold, at least winter for here.

I wanted to sew again, pull a thread through cloth no matter how unsexy that seems. I did it so much as a distraction to my unhappiness. I cried for that woman, the woman who sewed and sewed and sewed so she didn't have to think.

Of course she still did. Think, that is. And that's why I am here.

Here I am, on the other side of things, and the feel of my granny's thimble is still fresh on my finger. I like it. It's like going home again, though not til I was ready. And not frantic or by default or any other such label. Just sewing. Like I have in intermittent ways since I was 7. And I am covered in the quilt I am making, it not defining me or vice versa. Just being.

Gratitude List for Late Fall

I am thankful, mostly every day, living here, and, well, living.

I see lengthening shadows behind spanish moss hanging in a tree in the parking lot of where I get my hair cut ...

I really like vegetables, not in a snobby, condescendingly healthy way. I just really like them ...

That being said, cookies are amazing ...

Lana Del Ray is always a good choice for an evening drive, where the sun is setting behind the construction crane on Meeting Street near the Piggly Wiggly ...

Good friends make my heart smile ...

Sometimes, Sonic ice is all you need, especially if it's at the Royal American ...

How can Spotify be free? Shhh. I don't want to know, I just want to keep it happening ...

I say I want a TV but I am too busy or preoccupied to buy one ...

Lavender and roses and the smell of fresh cut limes ...

I can rock it in high heels ...

If I like you, I am mostly likely barefooted at your house or mine ...

Knowing serendipity is more than just that ...