the joy

10 June 2008

I slipped into another obsession since my last post. Thanks to a wonderful series of synchronistic events, and a lovely new friend named Annette, I am the owner of an Ashford Joy.

Don’t know if I have room in my life for another obsession (between Niblo, music, writing, knitting… no sleep for me… no time to breathe…).

Committed to spinning 15 minutes a day, I find myself still there, long past the proper bedtime of a new mom, treadling away for one to two hours. It is gratifying in that soulful way, turning raw fleece into yarn. It takes my attention away from my other artsy (pre)occupations (I have a gig at the Portland Saturday Market in August for which my fingertips are not nearly calloused enough), but I’m letting it be what it is.

A psychic once told me that the patterns of my life and work will always be non-linear. I try to remember this when it seems I’m just fickle and unfocused. I mustn’t compare myself, is all. (Ha, good luck with that.)

And in addition to the spinning wheel, the joy this summer, my 30th, is kinda overwhelming me. With Niblo as my sidekick the importance of weddings and births are much more obvious than they were to me even last year, and some of the most cynical people I know are falling in love again.

Now if only the sun would shine on this little island for a while. Then all of it would be good.