At home, at last
After being on the road for forty five hours, I am finally home. You’d think that I had been somewhere truly exotic, for all that travel time. But a combination of cancelled flights and late flights and no late ferries made this a two-day voyage from Delaware Water Gap to Orcas Island. And oh, it feels so good to be here in the beauty and the quiet that is Orcas, and to breathe into the idea that I won’t be going anywhere (at least not on a plane) for the next three months. I’m sinking into that with joy and gratitude. So happy to see Dennis and the cats!! I’m already planning the many projects I want to do in the stillness and grayness of winter. Hoping that I get at least some them crossed off the eternally long list of things I want to do in the studio, for the house and outside in the garden. More mandalas. Work on half-finished baskets. Learn more beading techniques. Paint a lot. Organize my office. Clean up the garden. Make beautiful winter comfort food. And exercise to counter act all that. My work is clearly cut out for me.
For today, I’ll unpack, do some laundry, go through the mail and rest a bit. The projects can wait. And so can I. But not for too long.
