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May. 20th, 2024 08:13 pmLook, last week was a stressbomb shitshow, to the extent that I spent the entire weekend recovering and I'm not sure I'm there yet. Very little of it was my stress, at least, but: while Erin was down here visiting me things just Went Wrong: misplaced car keys, weird family drama at her brother's wedding, massive migraine attack that looked like norovirus, chaos at the farm that the farmsitter was ill-prepared for, etc etc. I'm glad she was here but oof. Insert old truism about needing a vacation from one's vacation.
The week before that was unambiguously good, though. Erin came down that Sunday (this is, um, two weeks and a day ago), and the next day we drove down into Washington state where Sherry the potter is. I then spent several days surrounded by trees and light and working potters, and it was Good For My Soul. I even got, mm, call it two-thirds through the initial comments on Blood On Her Hands that I've been sitting on since November.
Sherry's a working potter who makes mugs and plates and bowls and things for various faires and events and such. Erin has been getting back into pottery this past year, which has been lovely to see. I don't engage myself; I've not tried anything with clay since elementary school but I expect it would run afoul of the 'fine motor control sucks' thing and the 'visual arts are not my language' thing, and I'd get frustrated. So I looked in on what they were getting up to and wrote and cooked breakfasts and walked and relaxed somewhat.
Mostly I just enjoyed being in a space that felt right. There's green here but it takes a little doing to get to. And of course there's green up north. But conifers are not the forest of my heart. Apparently I did in fact imprint on a place as 'home' and that place is the Virginia Appalachians. More than that, though, there was light, and space to move and breathe, and just a sense that it was, I dunno. Safe, or something. That's not wholly right but it's not completely wrong either.
Anyway. I'm home and on my own here now, catching up on schoolwork and cat-petting, and seeing if getting out on my bike is in fact good for me. I feel like the last month or so was a jumble of not-much and I'm not sure why. Might need a meds adjustment. Might just need to poke myself into Doing Things a bit more. Will try the latter, and if that doesn't work then look into the former.
I've missed you. I hope you're well.
The week before that was unambiguously good, though. Erin came down that Sunday (this is, um, two weeks and a day ago), and the next day we drove down into Washington state where Sherry the potter is. I then spent several days surrounded by trees and light and working potters, and it was Good For My Soul. I even got, mm, call it two-thirds through the initial comments on Blood On Her Hands that I've been sitting on since November.
Sherry's a working potter who makes mugs and plates and bowls and things for various faires and events and such. Erin has been getting back into pottery this past year, which has been lovely to see. I don't engage myself; I've not tried anything with clay since elementary school but I expect it would run afoul of the 'fine motor control sucks' thing and the 'visual arts are not my language' thing, and I'd get frustrated. So I looked in on what they were getting up to and wrote and cooked breakfasts and walked and relaxed somewhat.
Mostly I just enjoyed being in a space that felt right. There's green here but it takes a little doing to get to. And of course there's green up north. But conifers are not the forest of my heart. Apparently I did in fact imprint on a place as 'home' and that place is the Virginia Appalachians. More than that, though, there was light, and space to move and breathe, and just a sense that it was, I dunno. Safe, or something. That's not wholly right but it's not completely wrong either.
Anyway. I'm home and on my own here now, catching up on schoolwork and cat-petting, and seeing if getting out on my bike is in fact good for me. I feel like the last month or so was a jumble of not-much and I'm not sure why. Might need a meds adjustment. Might just need to poke myself into Doing Things a bit more. Will try the latter, and if that doesn't work then look into the former.
I've missed you. I hope you're well.